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sun was down, and twilight grey Filled half the air; but in the room, Whose curtain had been drawn all day, The twilight was a dusky gloom: Which seemed at first as still as death, And void; but was indeed all rife With subtle thrills, the pulse and breath Of multitudinous lower life.

In their abrupt and headlong way Bewildered flies for light had dashed Against the curtain all the day, And now slept wintrily abashed;