ht glad shall I bo to go She made as though to start then turned back again and spoke once more Twas naught naught but tho mind that in such a house of Horror doth body forth those shadowy forms of fear it dreads to see Nay I must look upon theso om crakls Indeed if I die I must look Come to work and stooping she with her own hands lifted from the tomb one of the four alabaster jars each sealed wi