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I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the forbidden hours.

I paced the long and lonesome way In meditation deep, And there I saw a little maid Who bitterly did weep.

Quaint was her silken robe and flowed In some disorder down, And on her slender shoulders fell Her locks of tangled brown.

"Too late! Too late!" she weeping cried, Her voice was like the wind— She passed and wrung her lily hands And left me far behind.