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HAUNTED GROUND.
My earliest friend with me
Walked hand in hand; we sat long hours upon
This bank; and I am on the earth, but she
Had wings, and she is gone.

See! see! the ancient hall
With sunset on it! Now the windows flame
In evening light—they flash and glitter all—
And one looks still the same

As when my mother kept
Upon me, while I played, an eye of love;
Since then, it oft has watched me while I wept,
Still watching, from above!

As then she used to smile,
And softly stroke my head; so now my heart
These gentle memories stroke and soothe—awhile,
Awhile we will not part.

Kind shadows! from the door.
At noon-day with a joyous shout flung wide,
I see the merry children rush, before
Its welcome stroke had died.

The old domestic, grey
And bowed with weight of many years, whose look
And grave kind smile still followed on the way
Our flying footsteps took;