The hue thereof: for view of cheerful day
Did never in that house itself display,
But a faint shadow of uncertain light;
Such as a lamp whose life doth fade away;
Or as the moon clothed with cloudy night
Does shew to him that walks in fear and sad affright.
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And over all sad Horror with grim hue
Did always soar, beating his iron wings;
And after him owls and night-ravens flew,