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spoke unto me from the silent ground, They look’d unto me from the pictured wall: The echo of my footstep was a sound Like to the echo of their own footfall, What time their living feet were in the hall. I breathed where they had breathed—and where they brought Their souls to moralize on glory’s pall, I walk’d with silence in a cloud of thought: So, what they erst had learn’d, I mine own spirit taught.