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E was standing in the sunshine, But still he stood in shadow; A shadow clung about him, and kept the sun aloof. And I thought,—"Has he been wicked? Is it sin that casts the shadow!" But his eyes were free from sin, Then I wondered,—"Is it sorrow?" But his laugh was full of mirth,

And even as I wondered At the following, haunting shadow, (That was cast by nothing living, the shadow of a shade.) I saw it was a woman's, The shadow of a woman, Of the woman who is dead, And then I understood.