“Along A River-Side, I Know Not Where,
I walked one night in mystery of dream;
A chill creeps curdling yet beneath my hair,
To think what chanced me by the pallid gleam
Of a moon-wraith that waned through haunted air.”

—  James Russell Lowell

The Washers of the Shroud http://www.bartleby.com/102/129.html, st. 1 (October 1861)

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American poet, critic, editor, and diplomat 1819–1891

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