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Rh  Till blots and blanks and errors The world beyond makes right?

So shut your eyes, my darling; My heart is beating true, But what your soul is thinking I'll guess the white lids through;

And so escape the knowing There lies a subtle mist Across the eyes wide open My loving lips have kissed.



FIRE-PROOF.

HERE'S a house burned down! Only, gaunt and black, Stands the smoky shaft Of the chimney-stack; And the fireplace small, Where we sat together, Cannot hide us now From the wind and weather. But the twilight talk And the childish chat By yon blistered hearth,&mdash; What can burn up that?

All the tender dreams Over hands entwined; 