The ghosts and shrouds
Gathered together.
They had marked on a paper
The graves and tombs
They willed to visit.
They had a whole night
Hour after hour:
In that hoar dark of
The sleepy cemetery!
Till a grey line in
The curtain of the heavens
Drove them away:
The ghosts and shrouds.
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