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When my youthful looks were clad
In a smile half glad;
To my heart he seemed in truth
All my vanished youth.
Then he named me by a name
Long since unfamiliar grown,
But remembered for the same
That my childhood's ears had known;
And his voice was like my own
In a sadder tone
Coming from the happy years
Choked, alas, with tears.
And, as though he nothing knew
Of that day's fair triumphing,
Or the Present were not true,
Or not worth remembering,
All the Past he seemed to bring
As a piteous thing
Back upon my heart again,
Yea, with a great pain:
