SHADOWS.
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Ha! help!—'twas palpable!
A ghost that thronged
Up from the mind or hell
Of one I wronged!
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'Tis past and—silence!—naught!—
A vision born
Of the scared mind o'erwrought
With dreams forlorn:
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The bastard brood of Death
And Sleep that wakes
Grim fancies with its breath,
And reason shakes.
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