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[XXVIII. She went as quiet as the dew]
She went as quiet as the dew
From a familiar flower.
Not like the dew did she return
At the accustomed hour!
From a familiar flower.
Not like the dew did she return
At the accustomed hour!
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
It 's sorer to believe!
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
It 's sorer to believe!
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