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That face was all a deadly white,
Yet beautiful to see;
And indistinctly floated down
Its body's symmetry,
In ample folds and wimples quaint
Of gorgeous drapery.
And gleaming forth, like spots of snow
On a sad coloured field,
A small white hand on either side
Was partially revealed.
O'er me a deeper horror,
A marvellous rush of light—
Long-perished memories returned
Upon that dreadful night.
I heard the voice of other times,
The tale of other years,
Re-acted were their direst crimes,
Re-shed their bitterest tears!
S
