"I see it all, as divers see what is going on above them, through a medium, dense, rippling, but to me, transparent."
From Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu
Mari Lwyd, Lwyd Mari:
A sacred thing through the night they carry.
Betrayed are the living, betrayed the dead:
All are confused by a horse's head.
For know there are two worlds of life and death:
One that which thou beholdest; but the other
Is underneath the grave, where do inhabit
The shadows of all forms that think and live
Till death unite them and they part no more....
From Prometheus Unbound by P. B. Shelley
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