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 HERE is my love —
 * In silence and shadow she lies,

Under the April-grey, calm waste of the skies; And a bird above,
 * In the darkness tender and clear,

Keeps saying over and over, Love lies here!

Not that she's dead;
 * Only her soul is flown

Out of its last pure earthly mansion; And cries instead
 * In the darkness, tender and clear,

Like the voice of a bird in the leaves, Love — Love lies here.