Explication of 'Bridge of Sighs' by Edgar Allan Poe includes an excerpt of the poem

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…Near a whole city full, Home she had none. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement. She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd-- Anywhere, anywhere Out of this world!