  One whom I loved and never can forget Returned to me in dream, and spoke with me, As audibly, as sweet familiarly As though warm fingers twined warm fingers yet. Her eyes were bright and with great wonder wet As in old days when some strange, swift decree Brought touch-close love or death; and sorrow-free She spoke as one long purged of all regret. I heard, oh, glad beyond all speech, I heard, Till to my lips the flaming query flashed: How is it—over there? Then, quite undone, She trembled; in her deep eyes like a bird The gladness fluttered, and as one abashed She shook her head bewildered, and was gone. Scribner’s Hermann Hagedorn |
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