Casting light and haunting traces,
on their limpid eyes in shade,
Silhouetting solemn faces,
'neath tresses hung, in golden braids
A bier, decked with petalled fragrance,
grey passed the clouds on muted morn,
stilled the birdsong and the breezes,
her soul had left with passing dawn
Sylphen, ashen, snow white being
carried high in measured tread,
through the portals of the mystics,
following where the priestess led

Laurie hill

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