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53
XLV.
[As the faint ghost of a forgotten strain]
As the faint ghost of a forgotten strainHaunts the deserted chambers of the mind:
A restless presence, dreamlike, undefined;
A spirit the hands of flesh grasp all in vain,
Elusive of the embrace that would detain
Its phantom flight, formless and fleet as wind,
Down thought's long echoing corridors, though behind
Some lingering sense of it may still remain.
Such is the past of lovers: dear delight,
Sweet lips that kissed sweet eyes that wept for me—
Oh follow not their fleet and phantom flight
Through all the winding labyrinths of the night!
The noiseless doors close on them as they flee
Out of the dream into the waking light.
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