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Rh And once I thought I heard A footstep by my chair, I raised my eager hands, But no sweet ghost was there.

We were too wide apart— You in your spirit land— I knew not when you came, I could not understand.

Your eyes perhaps met mine, Reproached me through the gloom, Alas, for me alone The empty, empty room!

The dead were passing home. The cock crew loud and clear, Mavourneen, if you came, I knew not you were here.