The waters shriek
To-night
There must be
Wraiths in them
To-night.
The spirits
They
Be
Not
Gone
They
Still
Inhabit.
And
Mists
And
Chill
And
Frosty
Eyes
Of
Snows
And
Bitten
Noses.
They be still there
To dwell as cruel.
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