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HERETO I come to interview a ghost; / Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me? / Up the cliff, down, till I'm lonely, lost, / And the unseen waters' ejaculations awe me. / Where you will next be there's no knowing, / Facing round about me everywhere, / With your nut-coloured hair, / And gray eyes, and rose-flush coming and going.
Yes: I have re-entered your olden haunts at last; / Through the years, through the dead scenes I have tracked you; / What have you now found to say of our past- / Viewed across the dark space wherein I have lacked you? / Summer gave us sweets, but autumn wrought division? / Things were not lastly as firstly well / With us twain, you tell? / But all's closed now, despite Time's derision.