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While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped

   Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,

   And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing

Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.

P.B. Shelley, "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty"

I used to make phantoms I could later chase
Images of all that could be desired
Howard Devoto, "A Song From Under The Floorboards"