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 LADY FAIR

fair, have we not met

In our lives elsewhere?

Darkling in my mind to-night

Faint fair faces dare

Memory's old unfaithfulness

To what was true and fair.

Long of memory is Regret,

But what Regret has taken flight

Through my memory's silences?

Lo! I turn it to the light.

'Twas but a pleasure in distress,

Too faint and far off for redress.

But some light glancing in your hair 249