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I took a hansom on to-day For a round I used to know-- That I used to take for a woman's sake In a fever of to-and-fro.

There were the landmarks one and all-- What did they stand to show? Street and square and river were there-- Where was the antient woe?

Never a hint of a challenging hope Nor a hope laid sick and low, But a longing dead as its kindred sped A thousand years ago!