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The lady rode 'neath the strange sky's pall Through the leafy woods funereal, And all the length of her moonlit way Was wanly white as the light of day;
Solemnly rob'd she rode along, Unmindful of their droning throng That throng'd her shadowy path, alas, As though to see her funeral pass;