XCVIII.

And therefore, though 'tis by no means my way

To rhyme at noon—when I have other things

To think of, if I ever think—I say

I feel some chilly midnight shudderings,

And prudently postpone, until mid-day,

Treating a topic which, alas! but brings

Shadows;—but you must be in my condition,

Before you learn to call this superstition.

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