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Purple and grey the vacant moor lies spread / And all the storms of heaven sweep and cry / Among the barrows of forgotten dead, / Who died as we shall die.
There dwelt of yore, upon such desert land, / Strange merchants of a stranger merchandise, / Who stole the Winds from out God's hollowed hand / And loosed them, at a price.