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He called her in from me and shut the door	B
And she so loved the sunshine and the sky	A
She loved them even better yet than I	A
That ne'er knew dearth of them my mother dead	C
Nature had nursed me in her lap instead	C
And I had grown a dark and eerie child	D
That rarely smiled	D
Save when shut all alone in grasses high	A
Looking straight up in God's great lonesome sky	A
And coaxing Mother to smile back on me	E
'Twas lying thus this fair girl suddenly	E
Came to me nestled in the fields beside	F
A pleasant seeming home with doorway wide	F
The sunshine beating in upon the floor	B
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Like golden rain	G
O sweet sweet face above me turn again	H
And leave me I had cried but that an ache	I
Within my throat so gripped it I could make	I
No sound but a thick sobbing Cowering so	J
I felt her light hand laid	K
Upon my hair a touch that ne'er before	B
Had tamed me thus all soothed and unafraid	K
It seemed the touch the children used to know	J
When Christ was here so dear it was so dear	L
At once I loved her as the leaves love dew	M
In midmost summer when the days are new	M
Barely an hour I knew her yet a curl	N
Of silken sunshine did she clip for me	E
Out of the bright May morning of her hair	O
And bound and gave it to me laughingly	E
And caught my hands and called me ' Little girl '	-
Tiptoeing as she spoke to kiss me there	O
And I stood dazed and dumb for very stress	P
Of my great happiness	Q
She plucked me by the gown nor saw how mean	R
The raiment drew me with her everywhere	O
Smothered her face in tufts of grasses green	R
Put up her dainty hands and peeped between	R
Her fingers at the blossoms crooned and talked	S
To them in strange glad whispers as we walked	S
Said this one was her angel mother this	T
Her baby sister come back for a kiss	T
Clean from the Good World smiled and kissed them then	H
Closed her soft eyes and kissed them o'er again	H
And so did she beguile me so we played	K
She was the dazzling Shine I the dark Shade	K
And we did mingle like to these and thus	Q
Together made	K
The perfect summer pure and glorious	Q
So blent we till a harsh voice broke upon	U
Our happiness She startled as a fawn	V
Cried 'Oh 'tis Father ' all the blossoms gone	V
From out her cheeks as those from out her grasp	W
Harsher the voice came She could only gasp	W
Affrightedly 'Good bye good bye good bye '	-
And lo I stood alone with that harsh cry	A
Ringing a new and unknown sense of shame	X
Through soul and frame	X
And with wet eyes repeating o'er and o'er	Y
'He called her in from me and shut the door '	-
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II	A
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He called her in from me and shut the door	B
And I went wandering alone again	H
So lonely O so very lonely then	H
I thought no little sallow star alone	Z
In all a world of twilight e'er had known	Z
Such utter loneliness But that I wore	B
Above my heart that gleaming tress of hair	O
To lighten up the night of my despair	O
I think I might have groped into my grave	A2
Nor cared to wave	A2
The ferns above it with a breath of prayer	O
And how I hungered for the sweet sweet face	B2
That bent above me in my hiding place	B2
That day amid the grasses there beside	F
Her pleasant home 'Her pleasant home ' I sighed	F
Remembering then shut my teeth and feigned	C2
The harsh voice calling me then clinched my nails	D2
So deeply in my palms the sharp wounds pained	C2
And tossed my face toward heaven as one who pales	D2
In splendid martyrdom with soul serene	R
As near to God as high the guillotine	R
And I had envied her Not that O no	J
But I had longed for some sweet haven so	J
Wherein the tempest beaten heart might ride	F
Sometimes at peaceful anchor and abide	F
Where those that loved me touched me with their hands	E2
And looked upon me with glad eyes and slipped	F2
Smooth fingers o'er my brow and lulled the strands	E2
Of my wild tresses as they backward tipped	F2
My yearning face and kissed it satisfied	F
Then bitterly I murmured as before	B
'He called her in from me and shut the door '	-
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III	A
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He called her in from me and shut the door	B
After long struggling with my pride and pain	G
A weary while it seemed in which the more	B
I held myself from her the greater fain	G
Was I to look upon her face again	H
At last at last half conscious where my feet	G2
Were faring I stood waist deep in the sweet	G2
Green grasses there where she	E
First came to me	E
The very blossoms she had plucked that day	H2
And at her father's voice had cast away	H2
Around me lay	H2
Still bright and blooming in these eyes of mine	I2
And as I gathered each one eagerly	E
I pressed it to my lips and drank the wine	I2
Her kisses left there for the honey bee	E
Then after I had laid them with the tress	P
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Of her bright hair with lingering tenderness	Q
I turning crept on to the hedge that bound	J2
Her pleasant seeming home but all around	J2
Was never sign of her The windows all	K2
Were blinded and I heard no rippling fall	K2
Of her glad laugh nor any harsh voice call	K2
But clutching to the tangled grasses caught	L2
A sound as though a strong man bowed his head	C
And sobbed alone unloved uncomforted	C
And then straightway before	B
My tearless eyes all vividly was wrought	C
A vision that is with me evermore	B
A little girl that lies asleep nor hears	M2
Nor heeds not any voice nor fall of tears	N2
And I sit singing o'er and o'er and o'er	Y
'God called her in from him and shut the door '	-

James Whitcomb Riley

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