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 They passed me, unseeing, a waft of flocking linners;
 * Sadly I fared on my way;

And came in my dream to a dreamlike habitation,
 * Close-shut, festooned and grey.

Pausing, I gazed at the porch dust-still, vine-wreathed,
 * Worn the stone steps thereto,

Mute hung its bell, whence a stony head looked downward,
 * Grey 'gainst the sky's pale-blue-—


 * Strange to me: strange. . ..