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h round! "Mother, mother, thou art kind, Thou art standing in the room,-- In a molten glory shrined, That rays off into the gloom! But thy smile is bright and bleak Like cold waves--I cannot speak; I sob in it, and grow weak. "Ghostly mother, keep aloof One hour longer from my soul-- For I still am thinking of Earth's warm-beating joy and dole! On my finger is a ring Which I still see glittering, When the night hides every thing. "Little sister, thou art pale! Ah! I have a wandering brain-- But I lose that fever-bale, And my thoughts grow calm again. Lean down closer--closer still! I have words thine ear to fill,-- And would kiss thee at my will. "Dear, I heard thee in the spring, Thee and Robert--through the trees, When we all went gathering Boughs of May-bloom for the bees. Do not start so! think instead How the sunshine overhead Seem'd to trickle through the shade. "What a day it was, that day! Hills and vales did openly Seem to heave and throb away, At the sight of the great sky: And the silence, as it stood In the glory's golden flood, Audibly did bud--and bud! "Through the winding hedgerows green, How we wander'd, I and you,-- With the bowery tops shut in, And the gates that show'd the view-- How we talk'd there! thrushes soft Sang our pauses out,--or oft Bleatings took them, from the croft. "Till the pleasure, grown too strong, Left me muter evermore; And, the winding road being long, I walked out of sight, before; And so, wrapt in musings fond, Issued (past the wayside pond) On the meadow-lands beyond. "I sate down beneath the beech Which leans over to the lane, And the far sound of your speech Did not promise any pain: And I bless'd you full and free, With a smile stoop'd tenderly O'er the May-flowers on my knee. "But the sound grew into word As the speakers drew more near-- Sweet, forgive me that I heard What you wish'd me not to hear. Do not weep so--do not shake-- Oh,--I heard thee, Bertha, make Good true answers for my sake. "Yes, and HE too! let him stand In thy thoughts, untouch'd by blame. Could he help i
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