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I SCANNED her picture dreaming, / Till each dear line and hue / Was imaged, to my seeming, / As if it lived anew.
Her lips began to borrow / Their former wondrous smile; / Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow, / Grew sparkling as erstwhile.
Such tears as often ran not / Ran then, my love, for thee; / And O, believe I cannot / That thou are lost to me!