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A winter night's thought.
Stirs in a vast cathedral. Oh then, roused,
Struck by some ambushed thought, she shrieks again
Sudden and sharp, this tenant of the night!
And hurries through the storm with broken cries,
Or, crouching to the walls, finds shelter there,
Or, in a sore dismay, upon the earth
Dashed headlong, sobs complaining, or in vain
Seeks refuge for her madness and her woe
In the white crumbling sepulchres she treads!
Struck by some ambushed thought, she shrieks again
Sudden and sharp, this tenant of the night!
And hurries through the storm with broken cries,
Or, crouching to the walls, finds shelter there,
Or, in a sore dismay, upon the earth
Dashed headlong, sobs complaining, or in vain
Seeks refuge for her madness and her woe
In the white crumbling sepulchres she treads!
