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 And as I heard, it seemed, that long before

That music had crept ghostly to my hearing

Even as a ghost along the corridor

Beside dark panelled walls with portraits peering;

It crept into my brain, blessing and spearing

Out of the past, yet all I could recall

Was some dark room with firelight on the wall.

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