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Thou art too delicate for such a night. Why didst thou leave thy chamber?

My nurse—O Jaromir! she told to-night A history of our house. I could not sleep,— The fear of its deep terror, like a ghost, So haunted me; I sought my mother's grave; It seem'd a sanctuary,—O Jaromir! Have you not heard of her—"The Ancestress?"

An excellent ghost story. I have led A life too stirring for those vague beliefs That superstition builds in solitude: But you, my gentle lady of romance,