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n a strange house I woke; heard overheadHastily-thudding feet and a muffled scream...(Is death like that?) ... I quaked uncomforted,Striving to frame to-morrow in a dreamOf woods and sliding pools and cloudless day.(You know how bees come into a twilight roomFrom dazzling afternoon, then sail awayOut of the curtained gloom.)
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