663 Again — his voice is at the door — I feel the old Degree — I hear him ask the servant For such an one — as me — I take a flower — as I go — My face to justify — He never saw me — in this life — I might surprise his eye! I cross the Hall with mingled steps — I — silent — pass the door — I look on all this world contains — Just his face — nothing more! We talk in careless—and it toss — A kind of plummet strain — Each — sounding — shyly — Just — how — deep — The other`s one — had been — We walk — I leave my Dog — at home — A tender — thoughtful Moon — Goes with us — just a little way — And — then — we are alone — Alone — if Angels are "alone" — First time they try the sky! Alone — if those "veiled faces" — be — We cannot count — on High! I`d give — to live that hour — again — The purple — in my Vein — But He must count the drops — himself — My price for every stain!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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