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/ A human skull in a church-yard lay; / For the church was a wreck, and the tombstones old / On the graves of their dead were rotting away / To the like of their long-watched mould.
/ And an heremite toad in this desolate seat / Had made him an hermitage long agone, / Where the ivy frail with its delicate feet / Could creep o'er his cell of bone.