On a cool, misty morning stands the church by the sea -
Through painted glass, a spectral view of nature's spree;
Upon the cob-webbed altar, hang the body, Christ;
The silent congregation it mournfully presides.
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On a moon-lit evening,
Mist and fog-laden;
upon the damp, beaded clover
stands the weary, widowed maiden.
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Maria sits upon her bed, perched;
Outside the snow-covered sparrows chirp;
Nestled in blankets, the night slowly pass,
As snow falls behind frost-infused glass.
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