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FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead	A
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her	B
Now I shall see her always lying white	C
A frozen flower beneath a snow of flowers	D
Drowned in a sea of fragrance I shall hear	E
In every silence of the coming years	F
Only the muffled horror from the room	G
Where I had left my little child asleep	H
And found a nameless thing shut in and sealed	I
And I shall never feel her breath that kissed	J
Me closer than her lips did for the thick	K
Dead perfume of slow drooping flowers has drawn	L
A veil across my memory She is dead	A
For nine drear nights I have not dreamed of her	B
When all a tangle of wee clambering limbs	M
And little gusts of laughter and of tears	N
Sun flecked and shadow stricken every hour	B
She played about me I could lie all night	C
And dream of her She came in wondrous ways	O
Hiding behind the dark to startle me	P
Then leaping down the vistas of the night	C
And yielding all her wistful soul to me	P
With kisses tenderer and words more sweet	Q
Than that mad random vehemence of love	R
She lavished on me through her laughing day	S
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And now she has been dead nine dreary nights	T
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her	B
Her idle hoop is hung against the wall	U
And in the dusk her cherished garments seem	V
As if still warmed with all her eager life	W
And here the childish story that she wrote	X
Herself and never finished how one day	S
With puzzled pucker of her brow she stopped	Y
Mid sentence as if God had gravely held	Z
A finger up to hush her and she knew	A2
She was to keep His secrets soon so soon	B2
Perhaps He whispered low she would know all	U
And now she has been dead nine long sad nights	T
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her	B
So I shall see her always lying white	C
A frozen flower beneath a snow of flowers	D
Drowned in a sea of fragrance Now it seems	C2
As if the memories I hold of her	B
Have shrivelled with the lilies that she loved	D2
And lay with on her little narrow bed	A
And now she will not murmur through my dreams	C2
Those faint strange words that mean so much in dreams	C2
And wither with the morn I lie awake	E2
And whisper to my hopes To night I'll hear	E
Her petulant hands knock at my dreams' shut gate	F2
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And oh the gladness when I let her in	G2
Hush what a patter of impatient feet	Q
Down the long staircase of the stars And then	H2
I sleep and with an endless weariness	I2
I grope among the spaces of the dark	J2
For rhythm of her unresting feet or touch	K2
Of her caressing fingers or the kiss	L2
And whisper of her little self willed curls	M2
But never lifts her laugh across the dark	J2
And never may I smooth her wilful curls	M2
And when I wake again I see her yet	N2
So pitifully thin and chill and straight	F2
Who used to be all curves a living flame	O2
For nine drear nights my darling has been dead	A
And till I die I cannot dream of her	B
Perhaps she aches to come shut in her grave	P2
So deep to dig to hide that tender form	Q2
Dear God she is too frail and weak to climb	R2
The horror of those walls that hedge her in	G2
And when you call her to you let me be	P
Close by her side to lift her little feet	Q
Up to the grass and sunshine of this world	S2
That lacking her is now so desolate	T2
So I have called and called she does not come	U2
And yet I know the way into my heart	V2
She has not quite forgotten She does not come	U2
And now for nine drear nights she has been dead	A
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her	B

Arthur Henry Adams

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