Pale was his brow: no paler grow
The snowdrops lurking in the snow;
Hollow his cheeks, and sunk his eyes
That gazed on me in mournful wise.
So strange a man I ne'er had seen,
So wan a look, so weird a mien,
And, as I eyed him, I confess
A feeling of uncanniness
Crept slowly over me and stole
Into the marrow of my soul.