text:  Each pillar held upon its top an urn Serpent-begirt; each urn upon its front A face--and such a face! I turn'd away-- Then gazed again--'twas not to be forgot:-- There was a fascination in the eyes-- Even in their stony stare; like the ribb'd sand Of ocean was the eager brow; the mouth Had a hyena grin; the nose compress'd With curling sneer of wolfish cunning spake; O'er the lank temples long entwisted curls Adown the scraggy neck in masses fell; And fancy aided by the time and place Read in the whole the effigies of a fiend-- Who and what art thou? ask'd my beating heart-- And but the silence to my heart replied! That entrance pass'd I found a grass-grown court Vast void and desolate--and there a house Baronial grim and grey with Flemish roof High-pointed and with aspect all forlorn:-- Four-sided rose the towers at either end Of the long front each coped with mouldering flags: Up from the silent chimneys went no smoke; And vacantly the deep-brow'd windows stared Like eyeballs dead to daylight