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30 "Since then I've often wished that I
 * Had been a Spectre born:

But what's the use?" (He heaved a sigh.) "They are the ghost-nobility,
 * And look on us with scorn.

"My phantom-life was soon begun:
 * When I was barely six,

I went out with an older one— And just at first I thought it fun,
 * And went at it like bricks.

"I've haunted dungeons, castles, towers—
 * Wherever I was sent:

I've often sat and howled for hours, Drenched to the skin with driving showers,
 * Upon a battlement.