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.
The Washers of the Shroud, st. 1 (October 1861).
129. Washers of the Shroud. James Russell Lowell. Yale Book of American Verse[bartleby.com]
