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Where art thou, old Friend? When last This familiar haunt I past, Thou didst seem in vigorous cheer, As like to stand, as any here, With roof-tree firm, and comely face Well preserved in attic grace, On columns fair, thine arches resting, Among thy trees the spring-birds nesting; Hast thou vanished? Can it be, I no more shall gaze on thee?

Casements, whence the taper's ray Glittered o'er the crowded way. Where embalmed in fragrant dew Peered the snowy lilac through, Chimnies, whence the volumed smoke Of thy warm heart freely spoke, Fallen and gone! No vestige left. Stone from stone asunder reft, While a chasm, with rugged face, Yawns and darkens in thy place.