  I saw her for a moment, Her presence haunts me yet, In oft-recurring visions Of grace and gladness met That marked the sweet demeanor Of dainty Margaret. Like gossamer her robe was Around her lightly drawn, A filmy summer-garment That fairy maidens don To make them look like angels Croqueting on the lawn. In hue of exercise That tinged her cheek with roses; And, dancing in her eyes, Were pantomime suggestions Of having won—a prize. No more to me a stranger Is she who occupies A place in all my musings; And brings in tender guise A thought of one so like her— Long years in Paradise. Dear Margaret! that "pearl-name" Is thine—and may it be The synonym of goodness, Of truth and purity, And all ennobling graces Exemplified in thee. |
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