Gather
Twelve Souls together
And
Three dozen black doves
And thirty ravens
A Gathering!
A Gathering growing!
Mild be the valleys
And mellow
The caves on their sides shall
Hum
And rough the cliff rocks
The steep, steep cliff rocks.
Hideous the Song of the Night-Ghosts!
Gather
Twelve Souls together
And
Three dozen black doves
And thirty ravens
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