So I sat up and smoked a briar,
Till the hour struck twelve o’clock,—
When I noticed my terrier shaking with fright
And there came on the door a knock:
The dog shook like one with the ague,
And set up a long, low wail,
As the door opened softly and slowly
And I felt myself growing pale;
For I couldn’t think who could have entered,
This midnight call to make,