text:  Sometimes I am roused by feeling the softness of her light taper fingers on my brow and then I start from my uneasy and wretched bed to look for her once more; but instead of her I see my dark spirit the demon watching me with that untired eye following me with that noiseless step that shadowless form and then falling on my bed I bury my face in my pillow and try to pray for peace and for tears--but both are denied me