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Your last looks watched,—your last sigh caught, As life or Heaven were in that sigh! Passing in loveliness and light; Your heart as pure,—your cheek as bright As the spring-rose, whose petals shut, By sun unscorched, by shower unwet; Leaving behind a memory Shrined in love's fond eternity. But I was wakened from this dream By a burst of light—a gush of song— A welcome, as the stately doors Poured in a gay and gorgeous throng. I could see all from where I stood. And first I looked upon the bride; She was a pale and lovely girl;— But, oh God: who was by her side?—