by K. A. Opperman A spectre swims amid the mist, In midnight hours starlight-kissed– Glides restlessly among the graves That lie along long untrod ways, Amid the swirling autumn leaves In the ancient cemetery. In mausolean neighborhoods Encroached on by the haunting woods, The wraith dwells on the epitaphs And stokes anew its wretched wrath– [...]
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