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I looked upon a dead girl's face and heard / What seemed the voice of Love call unto me / Out of her heart; whereon the charactery / Of her lost dreams I read there word for word: -- / How on her soul no soul had touched, or stirred / Her Life's sad depths to rippling melody, / Or made the imaged longing, there, to be / The realization of a hope deferred. / So in her life had Love behaved to her. / Between the lonely chapters of her years / And her young eyes making no golden blur / With god-bright face and hair; who led me to / Her side at last, and bade me, through my tears, / With Death's dumb face, too late, to see and know.