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| SINCE you did depart | |
| Out of my reach, my darling, | |
| Into the hidden, | |
| I see each shadow start | |
| With recognition, and I | 5 |
| Am wonder-ridden. | |
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| I am dazed with the farewell, | |
| But I scarcely feel your loss. | |
| You left me a gift | |
| Of tongues, so the shadows tell | 10 |
| Me things, and silences toss | |
| Me their drift. | |
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| You sent me a cloven fire | |
| Out of death, and it burns in the draught | |
| Of the breathing hosts, | 15 |
| Kindles the darkening pyre | |
| For the sorrowful, till strange brands waft | |
| Like candid ghosts. | |
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| Form after form, in the streets | |
| Waves like a ghost along, | 20 |
| Kindled to me; | |
| The star above the house-top greets | |
| Me every eve with a long | |
| Song fierily. | |
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| All day long, the town | 25 |
| Glimmers with subtle ghosts | |
| Going up and down | |
| In a common, prison-like dress; | |
| But their daunted looking flickers | |
| To me, and I answer, Yes! | 30 |
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| So I am not lonely nor sad | |
| Although bereaved of you, | |
| My little love. | |
| I move among a kinsfolk clad | |
| With words, but the dream shows through | 35 |
| As they move. | |
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