The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Vailima ed.)/Volume 8/Underwoods/Book 3/The Last Sight

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THE LAST SIGHT

ONCE more I saw him. In the lofty room,
Where oft with lights and company his tongue
Was trump to honest laughter, sate attired
A something in his likeness.—"Look!" said one,
Unkindly kind, "look up, it is your boy!"
And the dread changeling gazed on me in vain.