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Barbara Fell

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Stephen, wake up! There's some one at the gate.     Quick, to the window ... Oh, you'll be too late!     I hear the front door opening quietly.     Did you forget, last night, to turn the key?     A foot is on the stairs, nay, just outside     The very room, the door is opening wide...     Stephen, wake up, wake up! Who's there? Who's there?     I only feel a cold wind in my hair...     Have I been dreaming, Stephen? Husband, wake     And comfort me: I think my heart will break.     I never knew you sleep so sound and still....     O my heart's love, why is your hand so chill?

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"Stephen, wake up! There's some one at the gate...."

Exploring the themes of classic, Wilfrid Wilson Gibson delivers a powerful performance in "Barbara Fell"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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