Have you seen Angélique, What way she went? A white robe she wore, A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angélique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find, The grave-cloth on her face To make her blind? Have you seen Angélique. . At night I hear her moan, And I shiver in my bed; She wanders all alone, She cannot find the dead.
- by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914), "Angélique" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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