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A FAMILIAR COLLOQUY.
Said I, sore puzzled, in a tête-à-tête,To myself confidentially, “Whence,
Pray, camest thou, and whither goest hence;
Thy former what, and what thy future state?”
Self paused in thought, as if consulting Fate,
Or casting some dark horoscope—all's dense
As outer darkness to blind groping sense;
Said he: “There's neither time, nor place, nor date!”
Said I: “We have lived long enough, I trow,
In the same house together; slept in bed
And sat at board, and yet each other know
No more than perfect strangers or the dead!”
“'Tis true,” adds he; “we come as shadows, so
Depart; self by self as blind by blind led!”
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