我没有回头，以免打碎这幻梦。
IwentbytheDruidstone
Thatbroodsthegardenwhiteandlone，
AndIspedandlookedattheshiftgshadows，
Thatatsoontsfallthereon
Frothetreehardbywitharhythicsg，
Andtheyshapedyiagg
Totheshadethatawell-knownheadandshoulders
Threwtherewhenshewasgardeng.
Ithoughtherbehdyback，
Yea，herIlonghadlearock，
AndIsaid：Iasureyouarestandgbehd，
Thoughhowdoyougettothisoldtrack？
Andtherewasnosoundbutthefallofaleaf
Asasadresponse；andtokeepdownygrief
Iwouldnotturnyheadtodisver
Thattherewasnothgybelief.
YetIwaolookandsee
Thatnobodystoodatthebackof；
ButIthoughtonceore：Nay，Illnotunvision
Ashapewhich，sohow，thereaybe.
SoIwentonsoftlyfrothegde，
Aherbehdthroghershade，
Assheweredeedallapparition
Myheadunturnedlestydreashouldfade.