Ophelia, but poor Hamlet would have frightened—
A wondrous creature called the Shulamite,
With vesture quaintly tightened;
These and such other phantasms seemed to fill
Those silk-hung vistas, which, though fair and roomy,
Nathless seemed straitened, close, oppressive, still,
And gogglesome and gloomy.
For over all there hung a glamour queer,
A sense of something odd the spirit daunted;
And said, like a witch-whisper in the ear.