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     Old hopes which long in dust have lain,
Old dreams, come thronging back again,
     And boyhood lives again in me;
I feel its glow upon my cheek,
     Its fulness of the heart is mine,
As when I leaned to hear thee speak,
     Or raised my doubtful eye to thine.

I hear again thy low replies,
     I feel thy arm within my own,
And timidly again uprise
     The fringed lidsof hazel eyes,
With soft brown tresses overblown.
     Ah! memories of sweet summer eves,
Of moonlit wave and willowy way,
     Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves,
And smiles and tones more dear than they

Ere this, thy quiet eye hath smiled
     My picture of thy youth to see,
When, half a woman, half a child,
     Thy very artlessness beguiled,
And folly's self seemed wise in thee;
     I too can smile, when o'er that hour
The lights of memory backward stream,
     Yet feel the while that manhood's power
Is vainer than my boyhood's dream.

Years have passed on, and left their trace,
     Of graver care and deeper thought;
And unto me the calm, cold face
     Of manhood, and to thee the grace
Of woman's pensive beauty brought.

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