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The summer clouds of hair that hung Over her brow were backwards flung, She saw him! Her first words were prayer Her gasping favourite's life to spare; But her next tones were soft and low, And on her cheek a mantling glow Play'd like a rainbow; and the eye That raised in pleading energy, Shed, starlike, its deep beauty round, Seem'd now as if to earth spell-bound.— They parted: but each one that night Thought on the meeting at twilight.

It matters not, how, day by day, Love made his sure but secret way. Oh, where is there the heart but knows Love's first steps are upon the rose!