Jennie M’Grew + 

Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, + 

A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak! + 

Not yellow eyes in the room at night, + 

Staring out from a surface of cobweb gray! + 

And not the flap of a condor wing, + 

When the roar of life in your ears begins + 

As a sound heard never before! + 

But on a sunny afternoon, + 

By a country road, + 

Where purple rag-weeds bloom along a straggling fence, + 

And the field is gleaned, and the air is still, + 

To see against the sunlight something black, + 

Like a blot with an iris rim⁠— + 

That is the sign to eyes of second sight⁠ ⁠… + 

And that I saw! + 