Chapter LXIII
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Thus, I knew that voice, I heard it, and I could not help the
hearkening:
In the room I stood up blindly, and my burning heart within
Seemed to seethe and fuse my senses till they ran on all sides
darkening,
And scorched, weighed like melted metal round my feet that stood
therein.
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The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2Chapter LXIII
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