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PHANTASMAGORIA.
Coronach.
'And art thou gone, beloved ghost?
Best of familiars!
Nay then, farewell, my duckling roast,
Farewell, farewell, my tea and toast,
My meerschaum and cigars!
'The hues of life are dull and gray,
The sweets of life insipid,
When thou, my charmer, art away—
Old brick, or rather, let me say,
Old parallelepiped!'
Instead of singing verse the third,
I ceased; abruptly, rather—
But, after such a splendid word,
I felt that it would be absurd
To try it any farther.
