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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LIX
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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.
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