1      To touch the glove upon her tender hand,
2       To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring,
3         Lifted my heart into a sudden song
4            As when the wild birds sing.

5       To touch her shadow on the sunny grass,
6   To break her pathway through the darkened wood,
7     Filled all my life with trembling and tears
8             And silence where I stood.

9     I watch the shadows gather round my heart,
10        I live to know that she is gone – 
11     Gone gone for ever, like the tender dove
12             That left the Ark alone.

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