A spirit from the grave
Again I come,
E'en as I vanished, save
Disrobed and dumb.
No shadow as I pass--
However clear
The wave on mirroring glass--
Betrays me near;
Nor unto them that live
Forlorn of me,
A signal can I give
Of sympathy.
Ah, better 'twere to hide
Where none appear,
Than thus in death abide
To life so near!
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