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Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
Come, let me clutch thee! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
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My people too were scared with eerie sounds, A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls. A noise of falling weights that never fell,
Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand, Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door, And bolted doors that open'd of themselves;
And one betwixt the dark and light had seen Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.