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THROUGH snowy woods and shady / We went to play a tune / To the lonely manor-lady / By the light of the Christmas moon.
We violed till, upward glancing / To where a mirror leaned, / We saw her airily dancing, / Deeming her movements screened;
Dancing alone in the room there, / Thin-draped in her robe of night; / Her postures, glassed in the gloom there, / Were a strange phantasmal sight.
She had learnt (we heard when homing) / That her roving spouse was dead; / Why she had danced in the gloaming / We thought, but never said.