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She had that charming laugh which, like a song, The song of a spring-bird, wakes suddenly When we least look for it. It lingered long Upon the ear, one of the sweet things we Treasure unconsciously. As steals along A stream in sunshine, stole its melody, As musical as it was light and wild, The buoyant spirit of some fairy child; Yet mingled with soft sighs, that might express The depth and truth of earnest tenderness.