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A GLIMPSE.
'Twas but a glimpse of golden hair,A little gleam of laughing eyes;
But èver since the world is fair,
With greener earth and bluer skies.
No more; and yet, when ways are rough
Or deeper knowledge brings but pain
And human hearts are false, enough
To guide me through these fashions vain.
I only saw her face was sweet
With limpid look and haloed head,
And music in those rhythmic feet
To move the silence of the dead.
She never marked me as I stood,
Lost in the clamour of the crowd;
But still her fleeting maidenhood,
Spake to my spirit yet more loud.
I knew that we had met before
In other worlds, and would again;
While she had grace I should adore,
And nought but love could thus ordain.
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And flowed together to a chime
Which was the note of every dream
And inner burden of all Time.
So now I carry with me still
A certain joy, a secret trust,
In union with a fellow will,
Eternal over death and dust.
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