The stars of midnight shall be dear To her and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
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The grim shape; Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own; And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me.
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