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The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room	A
And eats his meat and drinks his ale	B
And beats the maid with her unused broom	A
And the lazy lout with his idle flail	B
But he sweeps the floor and threshes the corn	C
And hies him away ere the break of dawn	D
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The shade of Denmark fled from the sun	E
And the Cocklane ghost from the barn loft cheer	F
The fiend of Faust was a faithful one	E
Agrippa's demon wrought in fear	F
And the devil of Martin Luther sat	G
By the stout monk's side in social chat	G
	-
The Old Man of the Sea on the neck of him	H
Who seven times crossed the deep	I
Twined closely each lean and withered limb	H
Like the nightmare in one's sleep	I
But he drank of the wine and Sindbad cast	J
The evil weight from his back at last	J
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But the demon that cometh day by day	K
To my quiet room and fireside nook	L
Where the casement light falls dim and gray	K
On faded painting and ancient book	L
Is a sorrier one than any whose names	M
Are chronicled well by good King James	M
	-
No bearer of burdens like Caliban	E
No runner of errands like Ariel	N
He comes in the shape of a fat old man	E
Without rap of knuckle or pull of bell	O
And whence he comes or whither he goes	P
I know as I do of the wind which blows	P
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A stout old man with a greasy hat	G
Slouched heavily down to his dark red nose	P
And two gray eyes enveloped in fat	G
Looking through glasses with iron bows	Q
Read ye and heed ye and ye who can	E
Guard well your doors from that old man	E
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He comes with a careless 'How d' ye do '	-
And seats himself in my elbow chair	R
And my morning paper and pamphlet new	E
Fall forthwith under his special care	R
And he wipes his glasses and clears his throat	S
And button by button unfolds his coat	S
	-
And then he reads from paper and book	L
In a low and husky asthmatic tone	E
With the stolid sameness of posture and look	L
Of one who reads to himself alone	E
And hour after hour on my senses come	T
That husky wheeze and that dolorous hum	T
	-
The price of stocks the auction sales	U
The poet's song and the lover's glee	V
The horrible murders the seaboard gales	U
The marriage list and the jeu d'esprit	V
All reach my ear in the self same tone	E
I shudder at each but the fiend reads on	E
	-
Oh sweet as the lapse of water at noon	E
O'er the mossy roots of some forest tree	V
The sigh of the wind in the woods of June	E
Or sound of flutes o'er a moonlight sea	V
Or the low soft music perchance which seems	W
To float through the slumbering singer's dreams	W
	-
So sweet so dear is the silvery tone	E
Of her in whose features I sometimes look	L
As I sit at eve by her side alone	E
And we read by turns from the self same book	L
Some tale perhaps of the olden time	X
Some lover's romance or quaint old rhyme	X
	-
Then when the story is one of woe	Y
Some prisoner's plaint through his dungeon bar	Z
Her blue eye glistens with tears and low	Y
Her voice sinks down like a moan afar	Z
And I seem to hear that prisoner's wail	B
And his face looks on me worn and pale	B
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And when she reads some merrier song	A2
Her voice is glad as an April bird's	B2
And when the tale is of war and wrong	A2
A trumpet's summons is in her words	B2
And the rush of the hosts I seem to hear	C2
And see the tossing of plume and spear	F
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Oh pity me then when day by day	K
The stout fiend darkens my parlor door	D2
And reads me perchance the self same lay	K
Which melted in music the night before	D2
From lips as the lips of Hylas sweet	E2
And moved like twin roses which zephyrs meet	E2
	-
I cross my floor with a nervous tread	F2
I whistle and laugh and sing and shout	G2
I flourish my cane above his head	F2
And stir up the fire to roast him out	G2
I topple the chairs and drum on the pane	E
And press my hands on my ears in vain	E
	-
I've studied Glanville and James the wise	H2
And wizard black letter tomes which treat	E2
Of demons of every name and size	H2
Which a Christian man is presumed to meet	E2
But never a hint and never a line	E
Can I find of a reading fiend like mine	E
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I've crossed the Psalter with Brady and Tate	I2
And laid the Primer above them all	J2
I've nailed a horseshoe over the grate	I2
And hung a wig to my parlor wall	J2
Once worn by a learned Judge they say	K
At Salem court in the witchcraft day	K
	-
'Conjuro te sceleratissime	X
Abire ad tuum locum ' still	K2
Like a visible nightmare he sits by me	X
The exorcism has lost its skill	K2
And I hear again in my haunted room	X
The husky wheeze and the dolorous hum	X
	-
Ah commend me to Mary Magdalen	E
With her sevenfold plagues to the wandering Jew	E
To the terrors which haunted Orestes when	E
The furies his midnight curtains drew	E
But charm him off ye who charm him can	E
That reading demon that fat old man	E

John Greenleaf Whittier

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