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... never flitting , Still is sitting , still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming , And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on ...
... never flitting , Still is sitting , still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming , And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on ...