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 Midnight stood upon the clock, And the street sound ceased to rise; Suddenly, and with no knock, Came that Man before my eyes: Yet he seemed not anywise My heart to surprise, And he sat down to abide At my fireside.

But he stirred within my heart Memories of the ancient days; And strange visions seemed to start Vividly before my gaze, Yea, from the most distant haze Of forgotten ways: And he looked on me the while With a most strange smile.

But my heart seemed well to know That his face the semblance had Of my own face long ago Ere the years had made it sad,