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Thy heart was as a home and shrine, Familiar, and yet sacred too.

How often have I watched the spot On which thy step had only moved; My memory remembers not The hour when thou wert not beloved.

I never had a grief or care I sought not from thine eyes to hide: In joy I said, "Ah! would he were   My pleasure sharing at my side."

I bent above each old romance, And seemed to read thy history there; I saw, in each brave knight, thy glance Distinct upon the kindled air.