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I SEE the ghost of a perished day; / I know his face, and the feel of his dawn: / 'Twas he who took me far away / To a spot strange and gray: / Look at me, Day, and then pass on, / But come again: yes, come anon!
Enters another into view; / His features are not cold or white, / But rosy as a vein seen through: / Too soon he smiles adieu. / Adieu, O ghost-day of delight; / But come and grace my dying sight.