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The Spook

Last night I dreamed that I was come again
Unto the house where my beloved dwells
After long years of wandering and pain.
 
And I stood out beneath the drenching rain
And all the street was bare, and black with night,
But in my true love’s house was warmth and light.
 
Yet I could not draw near nor enter in,
And long I wondered if some secret sin
Or old, unhappy anger held me fast;
 
Till suddenly it came into my head
That I was killed long since and lying dead–
Only a homeless wraith that way had passed.
 
So thus I found my true love’s house again
And stood unseen amid the winter night
And the lamp burned within, a rosy light,
And the wet street was shining in the rain.
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