. A twisted skein:. deep;A mouth with proud, imperious curve and sweep; A form of lightsome grace,Dark-robed, and drooping in the great, deep chair;Her round chin resting in her palm so fair; i2 PRELUDE. While over her the flickring firelight streams,Touching the brow and cheek with lovinggleams; And now and then a rayOf silvry moonlight faintly struggles throughThe murky clouds that veil the star-gemmed blueAnd with an effort to dispel its gloom,Creeps for a moment in the darksome room, Through curtains drawn in the hall a clock of ancient days,Tolls one, and two, and three, and fo

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. A twisted skein:. deep;A mouth with proud, imperious curve and sweep; A form of lightsome grace,Dark-robed, and drooping in the great, deep chair;Her round chin resting in her palm so fair; i2 PRELUDE. While over her the flickring firelight streams,Touching the brow and cheek with lovinggleams; And now and then a rayOf silvry moonlight faintly struggles throughThe murky clouds that veil the star-gemmed blueAnd with an effort to dispel its gloom,Creeps for a moment in the darksome room, Through curtains drawn in the hall a clock of ancient days,Tolls one, and two, and three, and four, nor staysTill, in the hush of old Boreas knell,Twelve deep vibrations, slow and solemn, swell Upon the midnight swift the pennons of the brooding storm—As though the pealing notes had struck to warnThe storm King of the designated hourWhen he should loose his mighty, pent-uppower— PRELUDE. 13 Are floating every with one flash from heavens heaviest gun,One sharp report, the battle is THE ARRIYAL.

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