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Walter de la Mare - Ghost
Work rating: Medium

`Who knocks? ` `I, who was beautiful 
Beyond all dreams to restore, 
I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither, 
And knock on the door.` 

`Who speaks? ` `I -- once was my speech 
Sweet as the bird`s on the air, 
When echo lurks by the waters to heed; 
`Tis I speak thee fair.` 

`Dark is the hour!` `Aye, and cold.` 
`Lone is my house.` `Ah, but mine? ` 
`Sight, touch, lips, eyes gleamed in vain.` 
`Long dead these to thine.` 

Silence. Still faint on the porch 
Brake the flames of the stars. 
In gloom groped a hope-wearied hand 
Over keys, bolts, and bars. 

A face peered. All the grey night 
In chaos of vacancy shone; 
Nought but vast sorrow was there -- 
The sweet cheat gone.
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