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Arthur Symons - To A Portrait
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A pensive photograph
  Watches me from the shelf--
Ghost of old love, and half
  Ghost of myself!

How the dear waiting eyes
  Watch me and love me yet--
Sad home of memories,
  Her waiting eyes!

Ghost of old love, wronged ghost,
  Return: though all the pain
Of all once loved, long lost,
  Come back again.

Forget not, but forgive!
  Alas, too late I cry.
We are two ghosts that had their chance to live,
  And lost it, she and I.
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