I I Have Lived With Shades So Long, And Talked To Them So Oft, Since Forth From Cot And Croft I Went Mankind Among, That Sometimes They In Their Dim Style Will Pause Awhile To Hear My Say; Ii And Take Me By The Hand, And Lead Me Through Their Rooms In The To-Be, Where Dooms Half-Wove And Shapeless Stand: And Show From There The Dwindled Dust And Rot And Rust Of Things That Were. Iii "Now Turn," Spake They To Me One Day: "Look Whence We Came, And Signify His Name Who Gazes Thence At Thee." - - "Nor Name Nor Race Know I, Or Can," I Said, "Of Man So Commonplace. Iv "He Moves Me Not At All; I Note No Ray Or Jot Of Rareness In His Lot, Or Star Exceptional. Into The Dim Dead Throngs Around He'll Sink, Nor Sound Be Left Of Him." V "Yet," Said They, "His Frail Speech, Hath Accents Pitched Like Thine - Thy Mould And His Define A Likeness Each To Each - But Go! Deep Pain Alas, Would Be His Name To Thee, And Told In Vain!" Feb. 2, 1899.