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093: Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –

094: `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –

095: Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

096: `Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee’

097: On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’

098: And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

099: Darkness there, and nothing more.

109: Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –

110: Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

111: Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –

112: By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –

113: She shall press, ah, nevermore!