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The casement gave at last; and the whole night

Poured into the little chamber: squalls of rain

Swept sheer from the Atlantic waste on blasts

That whirled all round the room and out again—

And in and out, until a wilder gust

Whipped the white coverlet from off the bed:

And then the storm dropped suddenly as though

Awed by the face of the untroubled dead.