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Even as walk on middle earth / The shades of the unquiet dead / That loathe the graves allotted them from birth / And wander without end, uncomforted; / So the dead moon, poor restless rover / That died by fire, long, long ago, / Wanders forlorn the steeps of heaven over; / With death's despair and life's outwearied woe / She journeys, a reluctant lustre giving / To this world's throbbing life and strong, / And, being dead, envieth all things living, / And sheds a passing death her beams along.
To that weird corpse-light worse than dark, / All fair things for a little die; / The spell-bound earth lies, colourless and stark, / Beneath the wan ghost witch's jealous eye.