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STOLEN WATERS. In the gray light I saw her face,
 * And it was withered, old, and gray;

The flowers were fading in their place,
 * Were fading with the fading day.

Forth from her, like a hunted deer,
 * Through all that ghastly night I fled,

And still behind me seemed to hear
 * Her fierce unflagging tread;

And scarce drew breath for fear. Yet marked I well how strangely seemed
 * The heart within my breast to sleep:

Silent it lay, or so I dreamed,
 * With never a throb or leap.

For hers was now my heart, she said,
 * The heart that once had been mine own;

And in my breast I bore instead
 * A cold, cold heart of stone.

So grew the morning overhead. 37