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The Dance Of Death

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THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.

When see! first one grave, then another opes wide,
And women and men stepping forth are descried,
In cerements snow-white and trailing.

In haste for the sport soon their ankles they twitch,

And whirl round in dances so gay;
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Sakthi 30 June 2018

It is full of own imagination nice I tharowly enjoyed.

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 December 2015

First one grave; then Another! Nice work.

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