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 {| But he sighed upon the sill, He gave the sash a shake, As witness all within Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed To win her for the flight From the firelit looking-glass And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away.
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