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And yet my steps I would retrace.

These walls, this melancholy room,

O'erpower me with a sense of gloom;

The space is narrow, nothing green,

No friendly tree is to be seen

And in these halls, with benches filled, distraught,

Sight, hearing fail me, and the power of thought.