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A LITTLE RAY OVER THE WINDOW.
A breath of soft perfume comes floating, And gently drifts over my face;The spirits of peace and of beauty Are thrilling with rapture the place.
I turn and look back to the shadows That fell through the silence of night,Counting slowly the wearisome hours That tired my soul in their flight.
The dreams that came over my spirit And beaded my lashes with tears,The memories sacred and holy Of other and happier years;
The unspoken, passionate longing— Of sleepless and bitter regret—For one whom I ever remember, One heart, I can never forget.
Sometimes when the terrible darkness Drifts down to the earth like a pall,And silence is lying so heavy In chamber, and door-way, and hall.
