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Recall if you can, an unattainable hand, Grasp this image, --for this I stand. gloomy, trifling: this picture is not, real; upon me, to be brought, sitting staring my fingers work. I pause at brisk to look up. Through the darkness, sits a sight, in which I begin to peer, empty streets, sits hollow keeps --amidst the hour, --stands a goal, --I remain the knight of night.