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 Ghosts may be ours; but gaze thou not too closely If haply in chill of the dark thou rouse to see One silent of foot, hooded, and hollow of visage, Pause, with secret eyes, to peer out at thee. He is the Ancient Tapster of this Hostel, To him at length even we all keys must resign; And if he beckon, Stranger, thou too must follow— Love and all peace be thine.