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PHANTASMAGORIA.
So with a yawn I went my way
To seek the welcome downy,
And slept, and dreamed till break of day
Of Poltergeist and Fetch and Fay
And Leprechaun and Brownie!
And never since, by sea or land,
On mountain or on plain,
'Mid Arctic snow, or Afric sand—
Not even 'in the Strand, the Strand!'
Has Bones appeared again.
A Quaker friend accosted me—
Tall, stiff, as any column—
"Thee'rt out of sorts, I fear," said he;
"Verily I am grieved to see
Thee go'st so grave and solemn."
