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Edith Nesbit - The Ghost
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NOW that the curtains are drawn close 
        Now that the fire burns low, 
And on her narrow bed the rose 
        Is stark laid out in snow; 
Now that the wind of winter blows 
Bid my heart say if still it knows 
        The step it used to know. 


I hear the silken gown you wear 
        Sweep on the gallery floor, 
Your step comes up the wide, dark stair 
        And pauses at my door. 
My heart with the old hope flowers fair-- 
That shrivels to the old despair, 
        For you come in no more!
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