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HER FACE

I stood in sombre dreaming
Before her image dear,
And saw, in secret wonder,
Living my darling appear.
About her mouth a smile came,
So wonderful and wise,
And tears of some still sorrow
Seemed shining in her eyes.
My tears, they too were flowing,
Her face I could not see,
And oh! I cannot believe it,
That my love is lost to me.