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Rh  "The ghost's not grave," I said, "but gay;
 * Not solemn, but convivial:

I'm out of spirits you should say, Not out of sorts—" he turned away,
 * Thinking the answer trivial.

For years I've not been visited
 * By any kind of Sprite;

Yet still they echo in my head, Those parting words, so kindly said,
 * "Old Turnip-top, good-night!"