Strophe

1   1|  its ghostly forehead. The hair was curiously stirred, as
2   1|   his coat-skirts, and the hair upon his head. The chain
3   1|  perfectly motionless, its hair, and skirts, and tassels,
4   2|   child's proportions. Its hair, which hung about its neck
5   2|  have crushed that braided hair, and torn it down; and for
6   2|    have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which would
7   3| place, he noticed that its hair was grey. ~"Are spirits'
8   4|    thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes, or