Strangely bright above the earth,
From what lost country do they flee?
Stars and moonglow don't unveil them,
There's no fogging where they breathe.
Strangely still above the graveyard,
Where the white moon-shadows flit;
Perhaps they're just a moment's fancy,
By the light and darkness knit.
Strangely quiet, although the wind moans
Strange, unmoving shapes they be-
Lost men seeking now ruined roads home
In other worlds of nether-seas.
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