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A STUDY

In chamber hung with white,Lit by the dawning light,
Upon a slender bedShe lies, as she were dead:
Most carven-ivory fair,And palely gold her hair.
Lo, the sun's yellow ray,That, with the rise of day,
Through quartered casement cameTo wake her life's pale flame.

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