I remember you the way you are
Ive forgotten you the way you were.
Where do you linger, now?
Shattered gainst a splintered spine;
Beneath a caged and callous line;
Behind the sigh of a burning page;
Trapping time on a paper stage?
I dreamed of you, dear Baskerville,
Atop that grey and fettered hill -
Does Father rest beside you still?
I thought I knew;
I never will.
This is the way it was and is -
The way it never was, but is
Where do you linger, now?















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