  ’Tis midnight! One lone star stands a fiery sentinel, Whose eagle eye portrayeth silence well, Keeping watch! ’Tis midnight! The screechowl’s plaintive scream pierces the gloom, Alone goes she forth from her cavern tomb, Making moan! ’Tis midnight! Wrapt in the mourning garment of despair, One thot “Alone” enshrouds the mystic air, Unsought! ’Tis midnight! A doleful bell peals forth its dismal dirge, Alone—dim spectres tread that haunted verge Death’s own. |
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