For the Vision of Time

An old man like an hermit plainly dight
Approached from that old ruins rude extream
& by his side his shadow walked upright
For in good sooth a shadow did it seem
Albeit I knew not that I then did dream
Tho ever & anon they did appear
Discoursing like the whispers of a stream
For I one word could not there overhear
& how that shadow spoke I dare not look for fear
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