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One had a lovely face,
And two or three had charm,
But charm and face were in vain.
Because the mountain grass
Cannot keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain.
The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.

The Fire of Drift-wood
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,—
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy past
The forms that once have been.

A Gleam of Sunshine
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