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Is mine the part of no companion hand

Of help, except my shadow's silent self?

A moonlight traveller in Fancy's land

Of leering gnome and hollow-laughing elf;

Whose forests deepen and whose moon goes down,

When Night's blind shadow shall usurp my own;

And, mid the dust and wreck of some old town,

The City of Dreams, I grope and fall alone.