For your form seemed strangely doubled, and my brain is sick
and sore—
Let us seek my room and cupboard, and its mystery explore—
There is gin, if nothing more."
Deep into the darkness glaring, I beheld a radiance flaring,
And a pair of eyes were staring—eyes I'd never seen before—
And, my fear and dread enhancing, towards me came a form
advancing,
And the rays of light were dancing from a lantern which it
bore—