Give me some more verses
And
Complete the day.
For
The day has been drear
The day has been seer
And
I wither as a crunched-up
Leaf
That fallen sere
Has yet passed more time
In the frost
And
In the chill
And purple dooms
That light
The dusky dooms
Before the old knight
Comes.
Before graves yawn
And stir
Before the rise of
Cemeteries
Before
Before.
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