(computer key clacking) <v ->I am going to read the last three stanzas</v> of "The Haunted Palace. " "And all with pearl and ruby glowing was the fair palace, through which came flowing, flowing, flowing and sparkling evermore, a troop of Echoes whose sweet duty was but to sing in voices of surpassing beauty, the wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things in times of sorrow. Assailed the monarch's high estate. Ah, let us mourn for never morrow shall drown. . . " Sorry, sorry, "shall dawn upon him desolate. And round about his home the glory that blushed and bloomed is but a dis-remembered story of the old times entombed. And traveller, now, within that valley, through the red-litten windows see vast forms that move fantastically to a discordant melody while, like a ghastly rapid river, through the pale door, a hideous throng rush out forever and laugh, but smile no more. "