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 A SHORT SEPARATION: SHE

O you perchance in some dim forest nook Like this, dream as I'm dreaming? Does your gaze Pursue the intricate beauty of the haze Of tangled sweetness overhead, your book Forgotten where it fell while toward it strays Your inadvertent hand?—Dear! though the maze Of alien boughs you thread with dreaming eye 'T is but to reach beyond them the same sky!