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it yesterday? Was it a hundred years since? I know not, but very weary and infirm I was, And my steps were the steps of a man who walks in a dream. And I went through darksome causeways And vacant and empty they were, and in them the wind moaned. So grievously moaned And from a turret the hour chimed And meseemed, That this voice summoned me into the vault of a temple, Where beneath heavy slabs with knightly ecutcheons Slumber my ancestors Am I living or dead? I know not, but meseems, That although these causeways are strange and unknown to me, I have wandered therein of old,— Was it yesterday or a hundred years since? In this or in that life? I know not, but my gait is firm and unwavering As the gait of a man who wanders a wonted path.