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 I wonder what had come to pass
 * Could he have borrowed for a spell

The fiery-frantic indolence
 * That made a ghost of Leffingwell;

I wonder if he pitied us
 * Who cautioned him till he was gray

To build his house with ours on earth
 * And have an end of yesterday;

I wonder what it was we saw
 * To make us think that we were strong;

I wonder if he saw too much,
 * Or if he looked one way too long.

But when were thoughts or wonderings
 * To ferret out the man within?

Why prate of what he seemed to be,
 * And all that he might not have been?

He clung to phantoms and to friends,
 * And never came to anything.

He left a wreath on Cubit's grave.
 * I say no more for Clavering.

table hurled itself, to our surprise, At Lingard, and anon rapped eagerly: "When earth is cold and there is no more sea, There will be what was Lingard. Otherwise, Why lure the race to ruin through the skies? And why have Leffingwell, or Calverly?"—