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110 NINE.

TEN.

The faltering farewell has been said,

The lover from his love has parted;

And listening to his distant tread,

She dreams, half happy, half sad-hearted,

Then sighing seeks her silent room,

And slowly, with her faint white fingers,

Robs her long tresses of the bloom

Of pale sweet flowers—yet musing lingers,

For he, ere yet he breathed adieu,

Had twined his fingers with a tress,

And praised its wavy length anew,

And begged it for its loveliness.