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LE REVENANT

trod the oft-remembered lane

(Now smaller-seeming than before

When first he left his father's door

For newer things), but still quite plain

(Though half-benighted now) upstood

Old landmarks, ghosts across the lane

That brought the Bygone back again:

Shorn haystacks and the rooky wood;

The guide post, too, which once he clomb

To read the figures: fourteen miles

To Swindon, four to Clinton Stiles,

And only half a mile to home:

And far away the one homestead, where—

Behind the day now not quite set

So that he saw in silhouette

Its chimneys still stand black and bare—

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