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Rh That a fresh bland boy of no assurance Should fire me with passion beyond endurance, While others all I hated, and loathed their call.

"I said: 'It is his mother's spirit Hovering around To shield him, maybe!' I used to fear it, As still I found My beauty left no least impression, And remnants of pride withheld confession Of my true trade By speaking; so I delayed.

“I said: 'Perhaps with a costly flower He'll be beguiled.' I held it, in passing you one late hour, To your face: you smiled, Keeping step with the throng; though you did not see there A single one that rivalled me there! . . . Well: it's all past. I died in the Lock at last."

So walked the dead and I together The quick among, Elbowing our kind of every feather Slowly and long;