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 * In tone of sad amaze—

"Thus dealt with us, that art our dearest thing? Behold, thy sire and I, three weary days,
 * Have sought thee sorrowing."


 * And I had stayed to hear

The loving words "How is it that ye sought?"— But that the sudden lark, with matins clear,
 * Severed the links of thought.


 * Then over all there fell

Shadow and silence; and my dream was fled, As fade the phantoms of a wizard's cell
 * When the dark charm is said.


 * Yet in the gathering light

I lay with half-shut eyes that would not wake, Lovingly clinging to the skirts of night
 * For that sweet vision's sake.

Feb. 16, 1861.