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THE DEAD WIFE
Always I see her in a saintly guise
Of lilied raiment, white as her own brow
When first I kissed the tear-drops to the eyes
That smile forever now.
Of lilied raiment, white as her own brow
When first I kissed the tear-drops to the eyes
That smile forever now.
Those gentle eyes! They seem the same to me,
As, looking through the warm dews of mine own,
I see them gazing downward patiently
Where, lost and all alone
As, looking through the warm dews of mine own,
I see them gazing downward patiently
Where, lost and all alone
In the great emptiness of night, I bow
And sob aloud for one returning touch
Of the dear hands that, Heaven having now,
I need so much—so much!
And sob aloud for one returning touch
Of the dear hands that, Heaven having now,
I need so much—so much!
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