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Only a spar from a broken ship          Washed in by a careless wave;     But it brought back the smile of a vanished lip,          And his past peered out of the grave.     Only a leaf that an idle breeze          Tossed at her passing feet;     But she seemed to stand under the dear old trees,          And life again was sweet.     Only the bar of a tender strain          They sang in days gone by;     But the old love woke in her heart again,          The love they had sworn should die.     Only the breath of a faint perfume          That floated up from a rose;     But the bolts slid back from a marble tomb,          And I looked on a dear dead face.     Who vaunts the might of a human will,          When a perfume or a sound     Can wake a Past that we bade lie still,          And open a long closed wound?

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