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ON that gray night of mournful drone, / A part from aught to hear, to see, / I dreamt not that from shires unknown / In gloom, alone, / By Halworthy, / A man was drawing near to me.
I'd no concern at anything, / No sense of coming pull-heart play; / Yet, under the silent outspreading / Of even's wing / Where Otterham lay, / A man was riding up my way.
I thought of nobody-not of one, / But only of trifles-legends, ghosts- / Though, on the moorland dim and dun / That travellers shun / About these coasts, / The man had passed Tresparret Posts.
There was no light at all inland, / Only the seaward pharos-fire, / Nothing to let me understand / That hard at hand / By Hennett Byre / The man was getting nigh and nigher.
There was a rumble at the door, / A draught disturbed the drapery, / And but a minute passed before, / With gaze that bore / My destiny, / The man revealed himself to me.