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/ She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossed / Their spider-shadows round her; and the breeze, / Beneath the ashen moon, was full of frost, / And mouthed and mumbled to the sickly trees, / Like some starved hag who sees her children freeze.
/ Dry-eyed she waited by the sycamore. / Some stars made misty blotches in the sky. / And all the wretched willows on the shore / Looked faded as a jaundiced cheek or eye. / She felt their pity and could only sigh.