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Soft through a mist there's a memory creeping,
To tell you in dreams that are wistful and low,
Soft through the mist between waking and sleeping--
Of love as she came to you long, long ago ...

 

Tells you of love as a deathless maiden
Who plays with a moonbeam and laughs like a child ...
Her eyes are how full!--and her lashes how laden
With starlight!--her glances how level and mild!

 

See how her finger-tips fitfully glisten!
See with what wonder her forehead is deep!--
She breathes, and you tremble ... she waits, and you listen ...
She waits, and you breathe not ... she breathes ... and you sleep.