The Last Sight
Once more I saw him. In the lofty room
Where oft with lights and company his tongue
Was trump to honest laughter, sate attired
A something in his likeness. "Look!" said one,
Unkindly kind, "look up, it is your boy!"
And the dread changeling gazed at me in vain.
Robert Louis Stevenson
First published in: Songs of Travel, 1896.