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and
the
night
for
another
story
,
Pale
as
a
dream
and
shadowed
with
pencilled
trees
--
Ghosts
of
the
stars
came
by
who
had
sought
for
glory
,
Whispered
to
us
of
peace
in
the
plaintive
breeze
,
Whispered
of
old
dead
faiths
that
the
day
had
shattered
,
Youth
the
penny
that
bought
delight
of
the
moon
;
That
was
the
urge
that
we
knew
and
the
language
that
mattered
That
was
the
debt
that
we
paid
to
the
usurer
June
.
Here
,
deepest
of
dreams
,
by
the
waters
that
bring
not
Anything
back
of
the
past
that
we
need
not
know
,
