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THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
When see! first one grave, then another opens wide,
And women and men stepping forth are descried,
In cerements snow-white and trailing.
The Dance of Death - Goethe