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My spirit will not haunt the mound

   Above my breast,

But travel, memory-possessed,

To where my tremulous being found

   Life largest, best.

My phantom-footed shape will go

   When nightfall grays

Hither and thither along the ways

I and another used to know

   In backward days.

And there you’ll find me, if a jot

   You still should care

For me, and for my curious air;

If otherwise, then I shall not,

   For you, be there.