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Druid priests, dark-vestured, slim,
 * Burdened with mysteries,

They wake throughout their green aisles dim
 * Weird melodies.

Rhythmic within their swaying limbs
 * The prisoned music swells,

Far cadence of cathedral hymns
 * And calling bells.

The infinite loneliness of night,
 * Bereft of joy or pain,

And passion of long-lost delight
 * Ebb in the strain.

The wash of low, monotonous waves
 * On shores unvisited,

The grasses whispering on graves
 * Where hearts have bled,