A night eternal lingers in the dingy grove, So dark it is and dead, Black water rush where Jander river slosh’n flow, Grey worm lie in its bed; Mossy tomb of those at rest all lay round about, And crooked branch of oak, That creep and crawl through obelisk so crack’d but stout, Ni..
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