The Works of Edgar Allan Poe

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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe

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  Thegreaterpartofthefearfulnighthadwornaway,andshewhohadbeendead,onceagainstirredandnowmorevigorouslythanhitherto,althougharousingfromadissolutionmoreappallinginitsutterhopelessnessthanany。Ihadlongceasedtostruggleortomove,andremainedsittingrigidlyupontheottoman,ahelplesspreytoawhirlofviolentemotions,ofwhichextremeawewasperhapstheleastterrible,theleastconsuming。Thecorpse,Irepeat,stirred,andnowmorevigorouslythanbefore。Thehuesoflifeflushedupwithunwontedenergyintothecountenancethelimbsrelaxedand,savethattheeyelidswereyetpressedheavilytogether,andthatthebandagesanddraperiesofthegravestillimpartedtheircharnelcharactertothefigure,ImighthavedreamedthatRowenahadindeedshakenoff,utterly,thefettersofDeath。Butifthisideawasnot,eventhen,altogetheradopted,Icouldatleastdoubtnolonger,when,arisingfromthebed,tottering,withfeeblesteps,withclosedeyes,andwiththemannerofonebewilderedinadream,thethingthatwasenshroudedadvancedboldlyandpalpablyintothemiddleoftheapartment。

  ItremblednotIstirrednotforacrowdofunutterablefanciesconnectedwiththeair,thestature,thedemeanorofthefigure,rushinghurriedlythroughmybrain,hadparalyzedhadchilledmeintostone。Istirrednotbutgazedupontheapparition。Therewasamaddisorderinmythoughtsatumultunappeasable。Couldit,indeed,bethelivingRowenawhoconfrontedme?CoulditindeedbeRowenaatallthefair-haired,theblue-eyedLadyRowenaTrevanionofTremaine?Why,whyshouldIdoubtit?ThebandagelayheavilyaboutthemouthbutthenmightitnotbethemouthofthebreathingLadyofTremaine?Andthecheeks-thereweretherosesasinhernoonoflifeyes,thesemightindeedbethefaircheeksofthelivingLadyofTremaine。Andthechin,withitsdimples,asinhealth,mightitnotbehers?buthadshethengrowntallersincehermalady?Whatinexpressiblemadnessseizedmewiththatthought?

  Onebound,andIhadreachedherfeet!Shrinkingfrommytouch,sheletfallfromherhead,unloosened,theghastlycerementswhichhadconfinedit,andtherestreamedforth,intotherushingatmosphereofthechamber,hugemassesoflonganddishevelledhair;itwasblackerthantheravenwingsofthemidnight!Andnowslowlyopenedtheeyesofthefigurewhichstoodbeforeme。“Herethen,atleast。”I

  shriekedaloud,“canInevercanIneverbemistakenthesearethefull,andtheblack,andthewildeyesofmylostloveoftheladyofthe

  Itself,byitself,solely,oneeverlasting,andsingle。

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