PHANTASMAGORIACANTO I The TrystyngOne winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, And supper, with cigars and wine, Was waiting in the study.There was a strangeness in the room, And Something white and wavy Was standing near me in the gloom- I took it for the carpet-broom Left by that careless slavey.
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