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| THAT day her eyes were deep as night. | |
| She had the motion of the rose, | |
| The bird that veers across the light, | |
| The waterfall that leaps and throws | |
| Its irised spindrift to the sun. | 5 |
| She seemed a wind of music passing on. | |
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| Alone I saw her that one day | |
| Stand in the window of my life. | |
| Her sudden hand melted away | |
| Under my lips, and without strife | 10 |
| I held her in my arms awhile | |
| And drew into my lips her living smile,— | |
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| Now many a day ago and year! | |
| Since when I dream and lie awake | |
| In summer nights to feel her near, | 15 |
| And from the heavy darkness break | |
| Glitters, till all my spirit swims | |
| And her hand hovers on my shaking limbs. | |
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| If once again before I die | |
| I drank the laughter of her mouth | 20 |
| And quenched my fever utterly, | |
| I say, and should it cost my youth, | |
| ’T were well! for I no more should wait | |
| Hammering midnight on the doors of fate. | |
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