text:  How stirless! even a waving gossamer-- The mazy motes that rise and fall in air-- Had been as signs of life; when suddenly As bursts the thunder-peal upon the calm Whence I had come the clank of feet was heard-- A noise remote which near'd and near'd and near'd-- Even to the threshold of that room it came Where with raised hands spell-bound I listening stood; And the door opening stealthily I beheld The embodied figure of the phantom head Garb'd in the quaint robes of the portraiture-- A veritable fiend a life in death! VIII