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[XXII. Days that have been and nevermore shall be]
Days that have been and nevermore shall be,Children of Time the sword of Time has slain,
Great hours of life when heart and soul were fain
Of Love's pure fire and Truth's eternity,—
Now, on the marches of that dim domain
And desolate sunset-land of Memory,
Ye rise like tortured ghosts and silently
Walk in the sombre twilights of the brain.
And we, like pilgrims on the path of Time
Who find no rest nor any dwelling-place,
We follow blindly in Life's retinue,
While, like the furies of Orestes' crime,
The spectral hosts of Memory on our trace
Innumerably assemble and pursue.
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