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ATE on Christmas Eve, in the street alone, Outside a house, on the pavement-stone, I sang to her, as we'd sung together On former eves ere I felt her tether.— Above the door of green by me Was she, her casement seen by me; But she would not heed What I melodied In my soul's sore need— She would not heed.

Cassiopeia overhead, And the Seven of the Wain, heard what I said As I bent me there, and voiced, and fingered Upon the strings. . . . Long, long I lingered: