The Medusa Of The Skies
Haggard as if resurgent from a tomb, The moon uprears her ghastly, shrunken head, Crowned with such light as flares upon the dead From pallid skies more death-like than the gloom. Now fall her beams till slope and plain assume The whiteness of a land whence life is fled; And shadows that a sepulcher might shed Move livid as the stealthy hands of doom. O'er rigid hills and valleys locked and mute, A pallor steals as of a world made still When Death, that erst had crept, stands absolute - An earth now frozen fast by power of eyes That malefice and purposed silence fill, The gaze of that Medusa of the skies.
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"Haggard as if resurgent from a tomb,..."
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