All day within the dreamy house, The doors upon their hinges creaked; The blue fly sang in the pane; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieke… - Alfred Tennyson

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All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creaked;
The blue fly sang in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked,
Or from the crevice peered about.
Old faces glimmered through the doors,
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without. . . .