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I DREW the letter out, while gleamed / The sloping sun from under a roof / Of cloud whose verge rose visibly.
The burning ball flung rays that seemed / Stretched like a warp without a woof / Across the levels of the lea
To where I stood, and where they beamed / As brightly on the page of proof / That she had shown her false to me
As if it had shown her true-had teemed / With passionate thought for my behoof / Expressed with their own ardency!