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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Suspiria Noctis

By Henry Howard Brownell (1820–1872)

READING, and reading—little is the gain

Long dwelling with the minds of dead men leaves,

List rather to the melancholy rain,

Drop—dropping from the eaves.

Still the old tale—how hardly worth the telling!

Hark to the wind!—again that mournful sound,

That all night long, around this lonely dwelling,

Moans like a dying hound.