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In through the open window / To the chamber where I lay, / There came the beat of merry feet, / From the dancers over the way. / And back on the wings of the music / That rose on the midnight air, / My rare youth came and spoke my name, / And lo! I was young and fair.
Once more in the glitter of gaslight / I stood in my life's glad prime: / And heart and feet in a rhythm sweet / Were keeping the music's time. / Like a leaf in the breeze of summer / I drifted down the hall, / On an arm that is cold with death and mould, / And is hidden under the pall.