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And each fibre of my heart shrunk up
Beneath their sorcery.
Still, still they gleam—their searching glance
Has pierced into my brain.
I feel the stream of fire pass through,
I feel its cureless pain!
One moment seemed to pass, and then
My vision waxed more clear
And livelier to my spell-fraught sight,
These blazing eyes appear.
As with unholy light they lit
A pallid cheek and brow,
And quivered on a lip as cold
And blenched as driven snow.
And I did gaze on that pale brow,
And on that lovesome check;
I watched those cold part-opened lips,
Methought that they would speak;
But motionless, and void of life
As monumental stone,
Was every feature, save those eyes,
That evermore out shone
With a fearful lustre, that to life
On earth, is never known.
