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Show DEFEAT. Ho took her hand and looked at her; ! No sound did that deep stillness stir; Even tin- weary, wandering ruin Ll-id ceased to boat upon the pane; Only about the perfect mouth A sigh rrmro faint than the raint Pouth I-lovori'd one moment's space, and then Died into nothingness again. Tho words tu. spoke were brief and slow What could he say, she did not know? V hat pu'se of that impetuous soul But owmd her calm, serene control? No nei-d for him to test her heart W ith cunning fence or verbal art? , Only to ask and wait her will, And, winning, losing, love her still. Perhaps sho wavered ay, perhaps The shadow of ibe cloud that wraps The future from our questioning ga.B Let in some glimpso of future days. Some hint of all she might pojscus In that true spirit's tenderness. If but her weaker life might move Unto the music of bis lore. Perhaps! who knows? He only knew The largo gray eyes were dim with dew, Saw only on the mouth's sweet bloom The ahailow of reluctant doom; Kelt only one sad, guntle word AHd thon through tho deep ttillness heard Once more the weary, wandering rain Beat dull against the window pane. |