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I. He called her in from me and shut the door.
And she so loved the sunshine and the sky! -- / She loved them even better yet than I / That ne'er knew dearth of them -- my mother dead, / Nature had nursed me in her lap instead: / And I had grown a dark and eerie child / That rarely smiled, / Save when, shut all alone in grasses high, / Looking straight up in God's great lonesome sky / And coaxing Mother to smile back on me.