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94 VI

night of storms has past;

The sunshine bright and clear

Gives glory to the verdant waste,

And warms the breezy air.

And I would leave my bed,

Its cheering smile to see,

To chase the visions from my head,

Whose forms have toubled me.

In all the hours of gloom

My soul was rapt away;

I stood by a marble tomb

Where royal corpses lay.

It was just the time of eve,

When parted ghosts might come,

Above their prisoned dust to grieve

And wail their woeful doom.

And truly at my side

I saw a shadowy thing,

Most dim, and yet its presence there

Curdled my blood with ghastly fear

And ghastlier wondering.