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With lifted latch it stands ajar,
By April breaths 'tis shaken still,
Only a sunbeam slants to bar
Sweet Eileen's door against her will;
Yet shadows creep anear, afar,
And never a step has crossed the sill
By April breaths 'tis shaken still,
Only a sunbeam slants to bar
Sweet Eileen's door against her will;
Yet shadows creep anear, afar,
And never a step has crossed the sill
Athwart its gold-gleam, brightlier bright,
What sudden glinting diamond slips?
'Twixt hovering flakes that drift and light
Like breeze-blown sails for elfin ships,
Oft through the cherry-bough foam-white
A twinkle of beaded crystal drips.
What sudden glinting diamond slips?
'Twixt hovering flakes that drift and light
Like breeze-blown sails for elfin ships,
Oft through the cherry-bough foam-white
A twinkle of beaded crystal drips.
O'er dim green wood-roofs trailing float
Wan shower-webs dwindled as they fly:
A dewdrop's clearness in his note
The merle has caught who sings fast by:
The softest step would hush his throat,
But ever his lilt rings loud and high.
Wan shower-webs dwindled as they fly:
A dewdrop's clearness in his note
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The softest step would hush his throat,
But ever his lilt rings loud and high.
Soon shall the earliest glimmering star
Prick down through ray-lorn airs and chill,
Where now no sunbeam bides to bar
Sweet Eileen's door against her will.
Then hope must flit afar, afar,
If never a step cross o'er the sill.
Prick down through ray-lorn airs and chill,
Where now no sunbeam bides to bar
Sweet Eileen's door against her will.
Then hope must flit afar, afar,
If never a step cross o'er the sill.
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