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Rh She bent to kiss me, but between our lips There fell a crystal tear that parted them, And held them parted, like magician's spell ; And then I knew, as children know such things, That not my life, nor love, nor deathless soul, Could weigh, with her, against a hair of his ; Knew it, and loved her utterly the while. Mark turned and left us : Agnes watched him go, Tike one who sees a sudden, angry sun Drop down behind the threatening, smoking hills, To rise upon the ruins of a world. Yet still she sang to me in notes sad-sweet. " Sleep, little sister, sleep ! the flowers are nodding weary ; Over the mountain-tops steal shadows, soft and slow ; Dreaming thy happy dreams, my love shall still be near thee, Into the fairy-land together we will go. " Sleep, little sister, sleep ! the bees have ceased their humming ; Swiftly the forest birds have vanished with the light,