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MY spirit will not haunt the mound / Above my breast, / But travel, memory-possessed, / To where my tremulous being found / Life largest, best.
My phantom-footed shape will go / When nightfall grays / Hither and thither along the ways / I and another used to know / In backward days.
And there you'll find me, if a jot / You still should care / For me, and for my curious air; / If otherwise, then I shall not, / For you, be there.