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STRANGER, I threaded sunken-hearted A lamp-lit crowd; And anon there passed me a soul departed, Who mutely bowed. In my far-off youthful years I had met her, Full-pulsed; but now, no more life's debtor, Onward she slid In a shroud that furs half-hid.

“Why do you trouble me, dead woman, Trouble me; You whom I knew when warm and human? —How it be That you quitted earth and are yet upon it Is, to any who ponder on it, Past being read!" "Still, it is so," she said.