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 Fell silent as a wind abashed, whose breath Dies out of heaven, suddenly done to death, When in between them on the dumb dusk air Floated the bright shade of a face more fair Than hers that hard beside him shrank and smiled And wist of all no more than might a child. So had she all her heart’s will, all she would, For love’s sake that sufficed her, glad and good, All night safe sleeping in her maidenhood.