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Three days agone, and she was here: / Her light step on the stair was springing. / Her sweet voice fell upon my ear; / (She mocked the thrushes in her singing.) / The billows of her long, bright hair / Fell round her, in a golden splendor. / Her face was young and fresh and fair; / Her eyes were innocent and tender.
Her presence filled the house: each room / Breathed of her pure and sweet existence. / She was like some rare plant in bloom, / Its fragrance reaching through the distance. / Here was her ribbon -- there her book, / Beyond, her wreath, or faded flower. / A step, a voice, a laugh, a look, / Told of her presence, hour by hour.