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Sometimes a mist of sunlight across a stranger's hair,
Sometimes the vague expression upon a sranger's face,
Can make me feel your presence--can fill a lonely place
With dreams of life half realized. Faint music through the air
Can make me hear your foot-fall, again, upon the stair--
Sometimes a dancer moving with quite unconscious grace,
Can make my pulse beat faster; and for a breathless space
Can make me turn, expecting to find you standing there!


You have not gone! The passing of every empty day
Has only brought you nearer. Those things that were a part
Of all we planned together are bits of you that stay,
To bruise my soul as sharply as any flame-tipped dart.
Ah, time may hold its healing--but years that pass away
Cannot erase the writing you traced upon my heart!