THE HAUNTED HOUSE How loud the storm blew all that bitter night! The loosened ivy tapping on the pane Woke me and woke, again and yet again, Till I was full awake and sat upright. I listened to the noises of the night, And presently I heard, disguised yet plain, A footstep on the stair which mounted light Towards me, and my heart outbeat the rain. I knew that it was you. I knew it even Before the door, which by design ajar Waited your coming, had disclosed my fate. I felt a wind upon my face from heaven. I felt the presence of a life. My hair Was touched as by a spirit. Insensate I drew you to my bosom. Ah, too late! I clutched the darkness. There was nothing there.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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