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It was the hour of dawn	A
When the heart beats thin and small	B
The window glimmered grey	C
Framed in a shadow wall	B
	-
And in the cold sad light	D
Of the early morningtide	D
The dear dead girl came back	E
And stood by his bedside	D
	-
The girl he lost came back	E
He saw her flowing hair	F
It flickered and it waved	D
Like a breath in frosty air	F
	-
As in a steamy glass	G
Her face was dim and blurred	D
Her voice was sweet and thin	H
Like the calling of a bird	D
	-
'You said that you would come	I
You promised not to stay	D
And I have waited here	J
To help you on the way	D
	-
'I have waited on	K
But still you bide below	L
You said that you would come	I
And oh I want you so	L
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'For half my soul is here	J
And half my soul is there	F
When you are on the earth	M
And I am in the air	F
	-
'But on your dressing stand	D
There lies a triple key	N
Unlock the little gate	D
Which fences you from me	N
	-
'Just one little pang	O
Just one throb of pain	P
And then your weary head	D
Between my breasts again '	-
	-
In the dim unhomely light	D
Of the early morningtide	D
He took the triple key	N
And he laid it by his side	D
	-
A pistol silver chased	D
An open hunting knife	Q
A phial of the drug	R
Which cures the ill of life	Q
	-
He looked upon the three	N
And sharply drew his breath	S
'Now help me oh my love	T
For I fear this cold grey death '	-
	-
She bent her face above	T
She kissed him and she smiled	D
She soothed him as a mother	U
May sooth a frightened child	D
	-
'Just that little pang love	T
Just a throb of pain	P
And then your weary head	D
Between my breasts again '	-
	-
He snatched the pistol up	V
He pressed it to his ear	J
But a sudden sound broke in	H
And his skin was raw with fear	W
	-
He took the hunting knife	Q
He tried to raise the blade	D
It glimmered cold and white	D
And he was sore afraid	D
	-
He poured the potion out	D
But it was thick and brown	X
His throat was sealed against it	D
And he could not drain it down	X
	-
He looked to her for help	Y
And when he looked behold	D
His love was there before him	Z
As in the days of old	D
	-
He saw the drooping head	D
He saw the gentle eyes	A2
He saw the same shy grace of hers	B2
He had been wont to prize	A2
	-
She pointed and she smiled	D
And lo he was aware	F
Of a half lit bedroom chamber	U
And a silent figure there	F
	-
A silent figure lying	C2
A sprawl upon a bed	D
With a silver mounted pistol	D2
Still clotted to his head	D
	-
And as he downward gazed	D
Her voice came full and clear	W
The homely tender voice	E2
Which he had loved to hear	J
	-
'The key is very certain	F2
The door is sealed to none	F2
You did it oh my darling	C2
And you never knew it done	F2
	-
'When the net was broken	F2
You thought you felt its mesh	G2
You carried to the spirit	D
The troubles of the flesh	G2
	-
'And are you trembling still dear	W
Then let me take your hand	D
And I will lead you outward	D
To a sweet and restful land	D
	-
'You know how once in London	F2
I put my griefs on you	H2
But I can carry yours now	I2
Most sweet it is to do	H2
	-
'Most sweet it is to do love	T
And very sweet to plan	J2
How I the helpless woman	F2
Can help the helpful man	J2
	-
'But let me see you smiling	C2
With the smile I know so well	K2
Forget the world of shadows	L2
And the empty broken shell	K2
	-
'It is the worn out garment	D
In which you tore a rent	D
You tossed it down and carelessly	N
Upon your way you went	D
	-
'It is not YOU my sweetheart	D
For you are here with me	N
That frame was but the promise of	T
The thing that was to be	N
	-
'A tuning of the choir	U
Ere the harmonies begin	H
And yet it is the image	M2
Of the subtle thing within	H
	-
'There's not a trick of body	N
There's not a trait of mind	D
But you bring it over with you	H2
Ethereal refined	D
	-
'But still the same for surely	N
If we alter as we die	D
You would be you no longer	U
And I would not be I	D
	-
'I might be an angel	D2
But not the girl you knew	H2
You might be immaculate	D
But that would not be you	H2
	-
'And now I see you smiling	C2
So darling take my hand	D
And I will lead you outward	D
To a sweet and pleasant land	D
	-
	-
'Where thought is clear and nimble	D2
Where life is pure and fresh	G2
Where the soul comes back rejoicing	C2
From the mud bath of the flesh	G2
	-
'But still that soul is human	F2
With human ways and so	L
I love my love in spirit	D
As I loved him long ago '	-
	-
So with hands together	U
And fingers twining tight	D
The two dead lovers drifted	D
In the golden morning light	D
	-
But a grey haired man was lying	C2
Beneath them on a bed	D
With a silver mounted pistol	D2
Still clotted to his head	D

Arthur Conan Doyle

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