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 But, unforeboded, The storm-shafts gray So heavily down-pattered That none could forthward go, Our lives seemed shattered ... —We did not know!

When I found you, helpless lying, And you waived my deep misprise, And swore me, dying, In phantom-guise To wing to me when grieving, And touch away my woe, We kissed, believing ... —We did not know!

But though, your powers outreckoning, You hold you dead and dumb, Or scorn my beckoning, And will not come; And I say, “'Twere mood ungainly To store her memory so:" I say it vainly— I feel and know!