Lonesomest of all sent for ways.
Chill-blown, the most eerie.
Dragged remorseful, nights, bodiless
Of whom no more breathe. Bless.
Graveyard's. And to where as heart-sunk
O're which tear-moistened ground
Hallowed one's leavetaking. Each ghost
Will thank either; as host.
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