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NCE I saw her. 'Twas long ago; From the bridge of a dream-city. Drops of rain were falling slow. It was autumn and long ago; And somewhere in the fields below A flute-player played this ditty — One look and never the same again Are the roses on the wall; One look and forever the midnight rain With a different sound must fall.

Gables and gardens, roofs and towers, Hung vague and rich and dim. From somewhere there came a scent of flowers, And a wind from the world's rim; And the sun sank red behind the towers, And she stood and looked at him.

She looked at him from a closed window, Then at me did she look down.