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I THOUGHT, my Heart, that you had healed / Of those sore smartings of the past, / And that the summers had oversealed / All mark of them at last. / But closely scanning in the night / I saw them standing crimson-bright / Just as she made them: / Nothing could fade them; / Yea, I can swear / That there they were- / They still were there!
Then the Vision of her who cut them came, / And looking over my shoulder said, / "I am sure you deal me all the blame / For those sharp smarts and red; / But meet me, dearest, to-morrow night, / In the churchyard at the moon's half-height, / And so strange a kiss / Shall be mine, I wis, / That you'll cease to know / If the wounds you show / Be there or no! "