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90 While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped
 * Thro' many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,
 * And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing

Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed:
 * I was not heard: I saw them not:
 * When musing deeply on the lot

Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing
 * All vital things that wake to bring
 * News of birds and blossoming,
 * Sudden, thy shadow fell on me:

I shrieked, and clasped my hands in extacy!

I vowed that I would dedicate my powers
 * To thee and thine: have I not kept the vow?
 * With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now

I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers