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They walked the valley of the dead; / Lit by a weird half light; / No sound they made, no word they said; / And they were pale with fright. / Then suddenly from unseen places came / Loud laughter, that was like a whip of flame.
They looked, and saw, beyond, above, / A land where wronged souls wait; / (Those spirits called to earth by love, / And driven back by hate). / And each one stood in anguish dumb and wild, / As she beheld the phantom of her child.