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Dear, did we meet in some dim yesterday? / I half remember how the birds were mute / Among green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit, / And on the grass, beside a stream, we lay / In early twilight; faintly, far away, / Came lovely sounds adrift from silver lute, / With answered echoes of an airy flute, / While Twilight waited tiptoe, fain to stay.
Her violet eyes were sweet with mystery.