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Through the open door of dreamland / Came a ghost of long ago, long ago. / When I wakened, all unheeding / Was the phantom to my pleading; / For he would not turn and go, / But beside me all the day, / In my work and in my play, / Trod this ghost of long ago, long ago.
Not a vague and pallid phantom / Was this ghost that came to me, followed me: / Though he rose from regions haunted, / Though he came unbid, unwanted, / He was very fair to see. / Like the radiant sun in space / Was the halo round the face / Of that ghost that came to me, followed me.