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Rosalind.
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You hear no knock, no creaking door, No foot upon the stair,But love has stolen the key of thought, Before you know he’s there.

Anne Glenny Wilson.

LXXXVIII.

Rosalind.

Rosalind has come to town! All the street’s a meadow,Balconies are beeches brown With a drowsy shadow,And the long-drawn window-panesAre the foliage of her lanes.
Rosalind about me brings Sunny brooks that quiverUnto palpitating wings Ere they kiss the river,And her eyes are trusting birdsThat do nestle without words.
Rosalind! to me you bear Memories of a meetingWhen the love-star smote the air With a pulse’s beating:Does your spirit love to paceIn the temple of that place?
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