Poems (Spofford)/Second Sight

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SECOND-SIGHT.
Under the apple bough she sits, The sunshine in her flying hair;Dimpling and laughing through the fall Of blushing flakes about her there.
And as I gaze I picture me, Beside this darling of our souls,Two innocents with softer locks, Half ringlets and half aureoles.
They frolic with her in the grass; They listen to the bird, the bee;They catch the petals as they float; They babble music in their glee.
They teach the little earthling how The cherubs play in hallowed courts,With some great gracious angel near, And smiling on them at their sports.
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Oh, do I really look upon Those lost delights of vanished years,Or do I only dream them there, Because I see her through my tears?
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