Dead

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Title:     Dead
Author: William Dean Howells [More Titles by Howells]

I.

Something lies in the room
Over against my own;
The windows are lit with a ghastly bloom
Of candles, burning alone,--
Untrimmed, and all aflare
In the ghastly silence there!

II.

People go by the door,
Tiptoe, holding their breath,
And hush the talk that they held before,
Lest they should waken Death,
That is awake all night
There in the candlelight!

III.

The cat upon the stairs
Watches with flamy eye
For the sleepy one who shall unawares
Let her go stealing by.
She softly, softly purrs,
And claws at the banisters.

IV.

The bird from out its dream
Breaks with a sudden song,
That stabs the sense like a sudden scream;
The hound the whole night long
Howls to the moonless sky,
So far, and starry, and high.

[The end]
William Dean Howells's poem: Dead

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