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 A beauty beyond fear to dim
 * Haunts now her alien home.

Ghosts in the world, malignant, grim,
 * Vex many a wood and glen,

And house and pool — the unquiet ghosts
 * Of dead and restless men.

But in her grannie's house this spirit —
 * A child as lone as she —

Pining for love not found on earth,
 * Ann dreams again to see.

Seated upon her tapestry stool,
 * Her fairy-book laid by,

She gazes into the fire, knowing
 * She has sweet company.