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They say that she died of a broken heart	A
I tell the tale as 'twas told to me	B
But her spirit lives and her soul is part	A
Of this sad old house by the sea	B
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Her lover was fickle and fine and French	C
It was nearly a hundred years ago	D
When he sailed away from her arms poor wench	C
With the Admiral Rochambeau	B
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I marvel much what periwigged phrase	E
Won the heart of this sentimental Quaker	F
At what gold laced speech of those modish days	E
She listened the mischief take her	F
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But she kept the posies of mignonette	A
That he gave and ever as their bloom failed	A
And faded though with her tears still wet	A
Her youth with their own exhaled	A
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Till one night when the sea fog wrapped a shroud	A
Round spar and spire and tarn and tree	B
Her soul went up on that lifted cloud	A
From this sad old house by the sea	B
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And ever since then when the clock strikes two	G
She walks unbidden from room to room	B
And the air is filled that she passes through	G
With a subtle sad perfume	B
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The delicate odor of mignonette	A
The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet	A
Is all that tells of her story yet	A
Could she think of a sweeter way	A
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I sit in the sad old house to night	A
Myself a ghost from a farther sea	B
And I trust that this Quaker woman might	A
In courtesy visit me	B
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For the laugh is fled from porch and lawn	H
And the bugle died from the fort on the hill	I
And the twitter of girls on the stairs is gone	H
And the grand piano is still	I
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Somewhere in the darkness a clock strikes two	G
And there is no sound in the sad old house	J
But the long veranda dripping with dew	G
And in the wainscot a mouse	J
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The light of my study lamp streams out	A
From the library door but has gone astray	A
In the depths of the darkened hall Small doubt	A
But the Quakeress knows the way	A
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Was it the trick of a sense o'erwrought	A
With outward watching and inward fret	A
But I swear that the air just now was fraught	A
With the odor of mignonette	A
	-
I open the window and seem almost	A
So still lies the ocean to hear the beat	A
Of its Great Gulf artery off the coast	A
And to bask in its tropic heat	A
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In my neighbor's windows the gas lights flare	K
As the dancers swing in a waltz of Strauss	J
And I wonder now could I fit that air	K
To the song of this sad old house	J
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And no odor of mignonette there is	L
But the breath of morn on the dewy lawn	H
And mayhap from causes as slight as this	M
The quaint old legend is born	N
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But the soul of that subtle sad perfume	B
As the spiced embalmings they say outlast	A
The mummy laid in his rocky tomb	B
Awakens my buried past	A
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And I think of the passion that shook my youth	O
Of its aimless loves and its idle pains	P
And am thankful now for the certain truth	O
That only the sweet remains	P
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And I hear no rustle of stiff brocade	A
And I see no face at my library door	Q
For now that the ghosts of my heart are laid	A
She is viewless for evermore	Q
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But whether she came as a faint perfume	B
Or whether a spirit in stole of white	A
I feel as I pass from the darkened room	B
She has been with my soul to night	A

Bret Harte

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