I
Shouted
In
The
Night
‘What
Are
You
Doing? ’
But
He
Replied
Not
I
Looked
Again
And
Looked
Again
And
Then
Saw
Him
Not.
Ah!
It
Was a
Shroud
It
Was
A Ghost!
The
Night
Its
Time
Its
Happy
Hunting ground
And
Allies
He
Has
In
Morpheus
The hazy
And Mnemosyne
The sweet
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