To that locked bridal-room?—'Twas midnight when
A longing, like to madness, mastered me,
Compelled me to that chamber, which for ten
Long years was sealed: a dark necessity
To gaze upon—I knew not what again.
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Love's ghost, perhaps. Or, in the curvature
Of that orbed mirror, something that might cure
The ache in me—some message, said perchance