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Poem by Amy Levy
The Old House
In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;-- Here, the dead came to meet me; it was there The dream was dreamed in unforgotten days. But who is this that hurries on before, A flitting shade the brooding shades among?-- She turned,--I saw her face,--O God, it wore The face I used to wear when I was young! I thought my spirit and my heart were tamed To deadness; dead the pangs that agonise. The old grief springs to choke me,--I am shamed Before that little ghost with eager eyes. O turn away, let her not see, not know! How should she bear it, how should understand? O hasten down the stairway, haste and go, And leave her dreaming in the silent land.
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