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It was beneath a waning moon when all the woods were sear, / And winds made eddies of the leaves that whispered far and near, / I met her on the old mill-bridge we parted at last year.
At first I deemed it but a mist that faltered in that place, / An autumn mist beneath the trees that sentineled the race; / Until I neared and in the moon beheld her face to face.
The waver of the summer-heat upon the drouth-dry leas; / The shimmer of the thistle-drift a down the silences; / The gliding of the fairy-fire between the swamp and trees;
They qualified her presence as a sorrow may a dream -- / The vague suggestion of a self; the glimmer of a gleam; / The actual unreal of the things that only seem.
Where once she came with welcome and glad eyes all loving-wise, / She passed and gave no greeting that my heart might recognize, / With far-set face unseeing and sad unremembering eyes.
It was beneath a waning moon when woods were bleak and sear, / And winds made whispers of the leaves that eddied far and near, / I met her ghost upon the bridge we parted at last year.