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But the shapes of men that pass
Are as ghosts within a glass,
Woven with whiteness of the swan,
Pale, sad memories, wan
From the garment's purple fold
Where Troy's tale is twined and told.
But the shapes of men that pass
Are as ghosts within a glass,
Woven with whiteness of the swan,
Pale, sad memories, wan
From the garment's purple fold
Where Troy's tale is twined and told.
George Lathrop - Dreams and Days
