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.

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