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——Roused by importunate knocks

I rose, I turned the key, and let them in,

First one, anon another, and at length

In troops they came; for how could I, who once

Had let in one, nor looked him in the face,

Show scruples e’er again? So in they came,

A noisy band of revellers,—vain hopes,

Wild fancies, fitful joys; and there they sit

In my heart’s holy place, and through the night

Carouse, to leave it when the cold grey dawn

Gleams from the East, to tell me that the time

For watching and for thought bestowed is gone.

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