A ghoul howled low one misty night
Melancholic and dismayed
Such a lonesome, deathly sound
The haunting ghost was disarrayed
It spoke in lifeless apparitions
With emphasis on things amiss
And other faces it had been
Wailed, where to go on nights like this
A night of bright moon shadow
Weeping by the willow’s sigh
With recollections wide and shallow
Which vanished with a mournful cry
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