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In a still room at hush of dawn, / My Love and I lay side by side / And heard the roaming forest wind / Stir in the paling autumn-tide.
I watched her earth-brown eyes grow glad / Because the round day was so fair; / While memories of reluctant night / Lurked in the blue dusk of her hair.