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 When my youthful looks were clad In a smile half glad; To my heart he seemed in truth All my vanished youth.

Then he named me by a name Long since unfamiliar grown, But remembered for the same That my childhood's ears had known; And his voice was like my own In a sadder tone Coming from the happy years Choked, alas, with tears.

And, as though he nothing knew Of that day's fair triumphing, Or the Present were not true, Or not worth remembering, All the Past he seemed to bring As a piteous thing Back upon my heart again, Yea, with a great pain: