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THE grass was gray with the moonlit dew, / The stones were white as I came through; / I came down the path by the thirteen yews, / Through the blocks of shade that the moonlight hews.
And when I came to the high lych-gate / I waited awhile where the corpses wait; / Then I came down the road where the moonlight lay / Like the fallen ghost of the light of day.