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If I had not walked aimlessly up town

That evening, and as aimlessly walked back,

My glance had not encountered then, if ever,

The caps and bonnets of a singing group

That loudly fought for souls, and was at first

No more than a familiar spot of sound

And color in a long familiar scene;

And even at that, if an oblique persuasion

Had not withheld me and inveigled me

To pause, I should have passed as others did,

Never to guess that while I might have touched him,