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I. I have risen again, / And awhile survey / By my chilly ray / Through your window-pane / Your upturned face, / As you think, "Ah-she / Now dreams of me / In her distant place!"
II. I pierce her blind / In her far-off home: / She fixes a comb, / And says in her mind, / "I start in an hour; / Whom shall I meet? / Won't the men be sweet, / And the women sour! "