A ghost grew out of the shadowy air,And sat in the midst of her moony hair.In her gleamy hair she sat and wept;In the dreamful moon they lay and slept;The shadows above, and the bodies below,Lay and slept in the moonbeams slow.And she sang, like the moan of an autumn windOver the stubble left behind.
-George MacDonald
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