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At midnight in the trysting wood / I wandered by the waterside, / When, soft as mist, before me stood / My sweetheart who had died.
But so unchanged was she, meseemed / That I had only dreamed her dead; / Glad in her eyes the love-light gleamed; / Her lips were warm and red.
What though the stars shone shadowy through / Her form as by my side she went, / And by her feet no drop of dew / Was stirred, no blade was bent!
What though through her white loveliness / The wildflower dimmed, the moonlight paled, / Real to my touch she was; no less / Than when the earth prevailed.
She took my hand. My heart beat wild. / She kissed my mouth. I bowed my head. / Then gazing in my eyes, she smiled: / "When did'st thou die? " she said.