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/ Come in, old Ghost of all that used to be! -- / You find me old, / And love grown cold, / And fortune fled to younger company: / Departed, as the glory of the day, / With friends! -- And you, it seems, have come to stay. -- / 'T is time to pray.
/ Come; sit with me, here at Life's creaking door, / All comfortless. -- / Think, nay! then, guess, / What was the one thing, eh? that made me poor? -- / The love of beauty, that I could not bind? / My dream of truth? or faith in humankind? -- / But, never mind!