Strophe

1   1|          frost so hung about the black old gateway of the house,
2   3|          The house fronts looked black enough, and the windows
3   3| feathered phenomenon, to which a black swan was a matter of course;
4   3|         Ghost sped on, above the black and heaving sea -- on, on --
5   4|        It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed
6   4|       hand and one great heap of black. ~"Ghost of the Future!''
7   4|       speaker, "for I never wear black gloves, and I never eat
8   4|       followed by a man in faded black, who was no less startled
9   4|       this; and the man in faded black, mounting the breach first,