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Book, page 11 / 53 So I stammered and I fear, What I said had little grace But I knew he understood, By the smile upon his face. There are faces--his was such-- That are sealed when in repose; Only when a smile floods out, All the soul in beauty glows. With that smile I grew content, And my heart grew strangely calm, As with trustful step I walked, My arm resting on his arm. Brother, turn your face away, So, dear, I can tell you best All that followed; but be sure You are looking to the west. Arthur, I have seen him since, Nearly every day, until If I lose him, all my life Would grow wan, and dark, and chill. Brother, this my love impute Not to me for maiden-shame; He has sought me for his wife, He would crown me with his name. Only yesterday he said That my love his life would bless: Would I grant it? Arthur, dear, Was I wrong in saying "Yes"? ROSE IN THE GARDEN. THIRTY years have come and gone, Melting away like Southern Snows, Since, in the light of a summer's night, I went to the garden to seek my Rose.
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