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When things are holding wonted pace / In wonted paths, without a trace / Or hint of neighbouring wonder, / Sometimes, from other realms, a tone, / A scent, a vision, swift, alone, / Breaks common life asunder.
Howe'er it comes, whate'er its door, / It makes you ponder something more -- / Unseen with seen things linking: / To neighbours met one festive night, / Was given a quaint and lovely sight, / That set some of them thinking.