  WHO'S that? Who's that?... Oh, only a leaf on the stone; And the sigh of the air in the fire. Yet it seemed, as I sat, Came company—not my own; Stood there, with ardent gaze over dark, bowed shoulder thrown Till the dwindling flames leaped higher, And showed fantasy flown. Yet though the cheat is clear— From transient illusion grown; In the vague of my mind those eyes Still haunt me. One stands so near I could take his hand, and be gone:— No more in this house of dreams to sojourn aloof, alone: Could sigh, with full heart, and arise, And choke, 'Lead on.'
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