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The room is full of you!--As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!-

Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed
Each other room's dear personality.
The heavy scent of damp, funeral flowers,-
The very essence, hush-distilled, of Death-
Has strangled that habitual breath of home

Whose expiration leaves all houses dead;