Away from the old city on the plain
Wide long and stretching linear
The ghosts and shrouds meet
All in their domain.
And I, I, Poet Seer out of the house
In restless summer or in tempest hoar
Roam out helter-skelter to the plain
Where ghosts and shrouds meet.
Ah! there how dance we, we together
The ghosts and shrouds and me!
Hand to hand, mute, silent we!
And the night hour after hour strikes.
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