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 I had not thought of her for years on years,

Nor thought I of her when

I breathed, and brought her back

Down memory's vagrant track,

Sweet even now as then,

But seen, alas, through blurring haze of tears

That sprang unbidden to my startled eyes,

When that face on my gaze

Burned sudden-wise, and I

Bent down with a great cry,

As in those far-off days

I bent to her red mouth 'neath alien skies.

Though the film fading from the surface glass

Banished her from my mind,

It left a sharp regret

That rankles even yet

Implanted there behind,

For that lost day, regret that will not pass. Rh