But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights...

But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed: "I am half sick of shadows,"

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