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XVI. The Window

The house was old, with tangled wings outthrown,Of which no one could ever half keep track,And in a small room somewhat near the backWas an odd window sealed with ancient stone.There, in a dream-plagued childhood, quite aloneI used to go, where night reigned vague and black;Parting the cobwebs with a curious lackOf fear, and with a wonder each time grown.One later day I brought the masons thereTo find what view my dim forbears had shunned,But as they pierced the stone, a rush of airBurst from the alien voids that yawned beyond.They fled – but I peered through and found unrolledAll the wild worlds of which my dreams had told.