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 I think of last words that he said
 * One midnight over Calverly:

"Good-by—good man." He was not good;
 * So Clavering was wrong, you see.

I wonder what had come to pass
 * Could he have borrowed for a spell

The fiery-frantic indolence
 * That made a ghost of Leffingwell;

I wonder if he pitied us
 * Who cautioned him till he was gray

To build his house with ours on earth
 * And have an end of yesterday;

I wonder what it was we saw
 * To make us think that we were strong;

I wonder if he saw too much,
 * Or if he looked one way too long.