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SHE sped through the door / And, following in haste, / And stirred to the core, / I entered hot-faced; / But I could not find her, / No sign was behind her. / "Where is she? " I said: / -"Who? " they asked that sat there; / "Not a soul's come in sight. " / -"A maid with red hair. " / -"Ah. " They paled. "She is dead. / People see her at night, / But you are the first / On whom she has burst / In the keen common light."
It was ages ago, / When I was quite strong: / I have waited since,-O, / I have waited so long! / -Yea, I set me to own / The house, where now lone / I dwell in void rooms / Booming hollow as tombs! / But I never come near her, / Though nightly I hear her. / And my cheek has grown thin / And my hair has grown gray / With this waiting therein; / But she still keeps away!