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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.

Prevision

I KNOW you are too dear to stay;

You are so exquisitely sweet:

My lonely house will thrill some day

To echoes of your eager feet.

I hold your words within my heart,

So few, so infinitely dear;

Watching your fluttering hands I start

At the corroding touch of fear.

A faint, unearthly music rings

From you to Heaven—it is not far!

A mist about your beauty clings

Like a thin cloud before a star.

My heart shall keep the child I knew,

When you are really gone from me,

And spend its life remembering you

As shells remember the lost sea.