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1 At last we parley: we so strangely dumb 2 In such a close communion! It befell 3 About the sounding of the Matin-bell, 4 And lo! her place was vacant, and the hum 5 Of loneliness was round me. Then I rose, 6 And my disordered brain did guide my foot 7 To that old wood where our first love-salute 8 Was interchanged: the source of many throes! 9 There did I see her, not alone. I moved 10 Toward her, and made proffer of my arm. 11 She took it simply, with no rude alarm; 12 And that disturbing shadow passed reproved. 13 I felt the pained speech coming, and declared 14 My firm belief in her, ere she could speak. 15 A ghastly morning came into her cheek, 16 While with a widening soul on me she stared.
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