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THE RING
Her heart a mirror that reflects but you.'And then the tear fell, the voice broke. Her heart!I gazed into the mirror, as a manWho sees his face in water, and a stone,That glances from the bottom of the pool,Strike upward thro' the shadow; yet at last,Gratitude—loneliness—desire to keepSo skilled a nurse about you always—nay!Some half remorseful kind of pity too—Well! well, you know I married Muriel Erne. 'I take thee Muriel for my wedded wife'—I had forgotten it was your birthday, child—When all at once with some electric thrillA cold air pass'd between us, and the handsFell from each other, and were join'd again. No second cloudless honeymoon was mine.
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