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A pensive photograph Watches me from the shelf--Ghost of old love, and half Ghost of myself!
How the dear waiting eyes Watch me and love me yet--Sad home of memories, Her waiting eyes!
Ghost of old love, wronged ghost, Return: though all the
Of all once loved, long lost, Come back again.
Forget not, but forgive! Alas, too late I cry.
We are two ghosts that had their chance to live, And lost it, she and I.
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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