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XIV. THE ANGELUS.
Sleepless I often lie at dawn of day—Then from the convent tower that rises near
The trebly threefold note salutes my ear
That bids the true believer muse and pray.
With answering heart my Angelus I say,
And think of her who was so lately here—
Of her whose love through many a happy year
Brought me all good, and charm'd all ills away.
Again each sacred stage I travel o'er,
From the dusk eve when, hearing first her voice,
(Her face half hid) my heart presaged its choice—
To that last morn when 'midst white flowers she lay,
With brow and cheek, ah! white and cold as they—
No longer mine, yet mine for evermore.
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