Ballad of Shame and Dread, A - Part 4

The rain rushed by; the storm still blew,
The dawn was lost in a great blur;
I threw my window wide. Alas!
There was no single trace of her.

I never saw her face again;
But her strange eyes have haunted me
Through many a troubled day and year …
I never dreamed such eyes could be!
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