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THE SHADOWS. |
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their song must have been something like these :—
" Shadows, Shadows, Shadows all! Shadow oirtn ana funeral ! Shadow moons gleam overhead ; Over shadow-graves we tread. Shadow-hope lives, grows, and dies. Shadow-love from shadow-eyes Shadow-ward entices on To shadow-words on shadow-stone, Closing up the shadow-tale With a shadow-shadow-wail.
"Shadow-man, thou art a gloom Cast upon a shadow-tomb T Through the endless shadow air,
From the Shadow sitting there, On a moveless shadow-throne, Glooming through the ages gone North and south, and in and out, East and west, and all about, Flinging Shadows everywhere On the Shadow-painted air. Shadow-man, thou hast no story Nothing but a shadow-glory." |
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But Ralph Rinkelmann said to himself,— |
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