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Absence

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When she had left us but a little while     Methought I sensed her spirit here and there     About my house: upon the empty stair     Her robe brusht softly; o'er her chamber still     There lay her fragrant presence to beguile     Numb heart, dead heart. I knelt before her chair,     And praying felt her hand laid on my hair,     Felt her sweet breath, and guess'd her wistful smile.     Then thro' my tears I lookt about the room,     But she was gone. I heard my heart beat fast;     The street was silent; I could not see her now.     Sorrow and I took up our load, and past     To where our station was with heads bent low,     And autumn's death-moan shiver'd thro' the gloom.

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"When she had left us but a little while..."

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