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Thomas Hardy - The Ghost Of The PastThomas Hardy - The Ghost Of The Past
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We two kept house, the Past and I,       The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh,       Leaving me never alone. It was a spectral housekeeping       Where fell no jarring tone, As strange, as still a housekeeping       As ever has been known. As daily I went up the stair,       And down the stair, I did not mind the Bygone there       The Present once to me; Its moving meek companionship       I wished might ever be, There was in that companionship       Something of ecstasy. It dwelt with me just as it was,       Just as it was When first its prospects gave me pause       In wayward wanderings, Before the years had torn old troths       As they tear all sweet things, Before gaunt griefs had torn old troths       And dulled old rapturings. And then its form began to fade,       Began to fade, Its gentle echoes faintlier played       At eves upon my ear Than when the autumn`s look embrowned       The lonely chambers here, The autumn`s settling shades embrowned       Nooks that it haunted near. And so with time my vision less,       Yea, less and less Makes of that Past my housemistress,       It dwindles in my eye; It looms a far-off skeleton       And not a comrade nigh, A fitful far-off skeleton       Dimming as days draw by.
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