Macaria (Fiscle Part-X)

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Macaria (Fiscle Part-X)
The Town-Clock Was On The Last Stroke Of Twelve, The Solitary Candle
Measured But Two Inches From Its Socket, And As The Summer Wind Rushed
Through The Half-Closed Shutters, The Melted Tallow Dripped Slowly Into The
Brightly-Burnished Brazen Candlestick

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