Slip Back, Time! Yet Again I Am Nearing Castle And Keep, Uprearing Gray, As In My Prime. At The Inn Smiling Close, Why Is It Not As On My Visit When Hope And I Were Twin? Groom And Jade Whom I Found Here, Moulder; Strange The Tavern-Holder, Strange The Tap-Maid. Here I Hired Horse And Man For Bearing Me On My Wayfaring To The Door Desired. Evening Gloomed As I Journeyed Forward To The Faces Shoreward, Till Their Dwelling Loomed. If Again Towards The Atlantic Sea There I Should Speed, They'd Be There Surely Now As Then? . . . Why Waste Thought, When I Know Them Vanished Under Earth; Yea, Banished Ever Into Nought.