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 —When I had left, and the swinging trees Rang above me, as lauding her candid say, Another was I. Her words were enough: Came smooth, came rough, I felt I could live my day.

Next night she died; and her obsequies In the Field of Tombs, by the Via renowned, Had her husband's heed. His tendance spent, I often went And pondered by her mound.

All that year and the next year whiled, And I still went thitherward in the gloam; But the Town forgot her and her nook, And her husband took Another Love to his home.

And the rumor flew that the lame lone child Whom she wished for its safety child of mine,