Haunted Nursery Rhyme II
I saw the starry shroud descend
And violent gusts did it send.
Then fell far down the cold, black rain.
How it relieved my deathly pain.
Blades of rank grass bend to and fro;
Vacant oblong cases shall show.
Leave not now, it has thus begun;
The gale is here, you must not run.
Wrathful blazes in the billows;
Cracking roars and shaking willows.
Now you may learn of my secret;
Of phantoms with lost pasts beset.
Follow us, and we shall reveal,
The anguish that all mortals feel.
Ah, the funereal smile
Does everlastingly beguile.
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