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N that gray night of mournful drone, Apart from aught to hear, to see, I dreamt not that from shires unknown In gloom, alone, By Halworthy, A man was drawing near to me.

I'd no concern at anything, No sense of coming pull-heart play; Yet, under the silent outspreading Of even's wing Where Otterham lay, A man was riding up my way.

I thought of nobody—not of one, But only of trifles—legends, ghosts— Though, on the moorland dim and dun That travellers shun About these coasts, The man had passed Tresparret Posts.