XXIV
Tenebris Interlucentem
Once a poor songbird that had lost her way
Sang down in Hell upon a blackened bough,
Till all the lazy ghosts remembered how
The forest trees stood up against the day.
Then suddenly they knew that they had died,
Hearing this music mock their shadow land:
And some one there stole forth a timid hand
To draw a phantom brother to his side.
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