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Grim is the face that looks into the night / Over the stretch of sands; / A sullen rock in a sea of white -- / A ghostly shadow in ghostly light, / Peering and moaning it stands. / _"Oh, is it the king that rides this way -- / Oh, is it the king that rides so free? / I have looked for the king this many a day, / But the years that mock me will not say / Why tarrieth he! "_
'T is not your king that shall ride to-night, / But a child that is fast asleep; / And the horse he shall ride is the Dream-horse white -- / Aha, he shall speed through the ghostly light / Where the ghostly shadows creep! / _"My eyes are dull and my face is sere, / Yet unto the word he gave I cling, / For he was a Pharaoh that set me here -- / And, lo! I have waited this many a year / For him -- my king! "_