XII.

Night again was come; but oh, how lonely

To the mourner did that night appear!

Peace nor rest it brought, but sorrow only,

Vain repinings and unwonted fear.

Dimly burned the lamp--

Chill the air and damp--

And the winds without were moaning drear.

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