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Seen By The Waits

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Through snowy woods and shady         We went to play a tune     To the lonely manor-lady         By the light of the Christmas moon.     We violed till, upward glancing         To where a mirror leaned,     We saw her airily dancing,         Deeming her movements screened;     Dancing alone in the room there,         Thin-draped in her robe of night;     Her postures, glassed in the gloom there,         Were a strange phantasmal sight.     She had learnt (we heard when homing)         That her roving spouse was dead;     Why she had danced in the gloaming         We thought, but never said.

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