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 Rh Like a pendent blossom, secure yet free,

It shall hang from the bough above me there,

Bright, bright with the gold that is combed for me

From the sick girl's auburn hair!"

Then he built the nest in the apple-tree;

And, burnished over, a ball of light,

It gleamed and shone in the sick girl's sight,

And she gazed upon it wonderingly:

But when the bird had forever flown,

They brought the nest from the apple-tree

To the bed where she lay alone.

"O builder of this mystery!"—

The wide and wistful eyes grew dim,

And the soul of the sick girl followed him—

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