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/ A shadow glided down the way / Where sunset groped among the trees, / And all the woodland bower, asway / With trouble of the evening breeze.
/ A shape, it moved with head held down; / I knew it not, yet seemed to know / Its form, its carriage of a clown, / Its raiment of the long-ago.