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As I walked the street in the purring evening / A little maid with yellow curls / Tossed me a smile; and suddenly Pennyfields / Grew from darkness to light, and the light of the stars / Grew pale.
I may not see her again, but I hold her smile in my heart, / And she is with me in my shop and about the streets. / My shop may tumble down; / West India Dock may some time suffer a drought; / Grief and Joy come for a day; / And Hope and Fear, and Desire and Deed / Arise and pass, and are no more; / But the beauty born of her quickened smile / Can never die.