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 HO'S that? Who's that? . . . Oh, only a leaf on the stone; And the sigh of the air in the fire.
 * Yet it seemed, as I sat,

Came company — not my own; Stood there, with ardent gaze over dark, bowed shoulder thrown Till the dwindling flames leaped higher,
 * And showed fantasy flown.

Yet though the cheat is clear— From transient illusion grown; In the vague of my mind those eyes
 * Still haunt me. One stands so near

I could take his hand, and be gone: — No more in this house of dreams to sojourn aloof, alone: Could sigh, with full heart, and arise.
 * And choke, 'Lead on.'