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I. I shall not soon forget her and her eyes, / The haunts of hate, where suffering seemed to write / Its own dark name, whose syllables are sighs, / In strange and starless night.
I shall not soon forget her and her face, / So quiet, yet uneasy as a dream, / That stands on tip-toe in a haunted place / And listens for a scream.