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I shall not see thee. Dare I say / No spirit ever brake the band / That stays him from the native land / Where first he walk'd when claspt in clay?
No visual shade of some one lost, / But he, the Spirit himself, may come / Where all the nerve of sense is numb; / Spirit to Spirit, Ghost to Ghost.