From the far end of the long hall,
past the mouths of the open rooms
and the layered carpet of old shadows,
I saw the closet door ajar,
and in the mirror mounted on it, I saw
the dining room spread,
and the table set with silver and crystal,
candles lit and cloths folded,
all floating on gleams of amber...
Past this ascended a flight of stairs,
stairs of gauzy majesty, panelled
with cherry wood and mahogany,
while silver smoke
and a mother-of-pearl glow
drifted down from the attic.
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