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SOMETHING do I see / Above the fog that sheets the mead, / A figure like to life indeed, / Moving along with spectre-speed, / Seen by none but me.
O the vision keen! - / Tripping along to me for love / As in the flesh it used to move, / Only its hat and plume above / The evening fog-fleece seen.
In the day-fall wan, / When nighted birds break off their song, / Mere ghostly head it skims along, / Just as it did when warm and strong, / Body seeming gone.
Such it is I see / Above the fog that sheets the mead- / Yea, that which once could breathe and plead! - / Skimming along with spectre-speed / To a last tryst with me.