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Her little taper made the room seem vast,
 Caverned and empty.  And her beating heart
Rapped through the silence all about her cast
 Like some loud, dreadful death-watch taking part
In this sad vigil.  Slowly she undrest,
 Put out the light and crept into her bed.
    The linen sheets were fragrant, but so cold.
 And brimming tears she shed,
Sobbing and quivering in her barren nest,
Her weeping lips into the pillow prest,
    Her eyes sealed fast within its smothering fold.