Or feebly gleam on the opposing wall.
That floor, once oak, now pieced with fir unplaned
Or, where not pieced, in places bored and stain'd;
That wall, once whiten'd, now an odious sight,
Stain'd with all hues, except its ancient white;
The only door is fastened by a pin
Or stubborn bar, that none may hurry in:
For this poor room, like rooms of greater pride,
At times contains what prudent men would hide.
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