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SHE looked at her neighbour's house in the light of the waning day- / A shower of rice on the steps, and the shreds of a bride's bouquet. / And then she drew the shade, to shut out the growing gloom, / But she shut it into her heart instead. (Was that a voice in the / room? )
‘My neighbour is sad,' she sighed, ‘like the mother bird who sees / The last of her brood fly out of the nest to make its home in the / trees'- / And then in a passion of tears-‘But, oh, to be sad like her: / Sad for a joy that has come and gone! ' (Did some one speak, or stir? )