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"THE very last time I ever was here," he said, / "I saw much less of the quick than I saw of the dead. " / -He was a man I had met with somewhere before, / But how or when I now could recall no more.
"The hazy mazy moonlight at one in the morning / Spread out as a sea across the frozen snow, / Glazed to live sparkles like the great breastplate adorning / The priest of the Temple, with Urim and Thummim aglow.