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Sitting alone in the windy tower	A
While the waves leap high or are low at rest	B
What does she think of hour by hour	A
With her strange eyes bent on the distant west	B
And a fresh white rose on her withered breast	B
What does she think of hour by hour	A
The Lady Cecile	C
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Low under the lattice day by day	D
White homeward sails like swallows come	E
But the sad eyes look afar and away	D
And the sailors' songs as they near their home	F
No glance may win for she sitteth dumb	E
With her sad eyes looking afar and away	D
The Lady Cecile	C
	-
Just forty years has she dwelt alone	G
With an ancient servant grim and gray	D
Sat alone under sun and moon	H
But once each year on the third of June	H
She treads the creaking staircase down	I
But back in her tower with the dying day	D
Is the Lady Cecile	C
	-
Beneath the tower of the lonesome hall	J
Stone stairs creep down where the slow tide flows	K
There out of a niche in the mouldering wall	J
Low leaneth a royal tropical rose	K
Who set it there none cares nor knows	K
Long years ago in the mouldering wall	J
But the Lady Cecile	C
	-
But each third of June as the sun dips low	L
She descends the stairs to the water's verge	M
And plucks a rose from the lowest bough	N
Which the lapping waves almost submerge	M
And what forms out of the deep resurge	M
To vex her maybe with mournful brow	N
Knows the Lady Cecile	C
	-
Her locks are sown with silver hairs	O
And the face they shroud is pale and wan	P
Once it was sweet as the rose she wears	O
Though the perfect lips wore a proud disdain	Q
But the rose face paled by time and pain	Q
No new springs know like the flower she wears	O
The Lady Cecile	C
	-
Why does she set the fresh white rose	K
So faithfully over her silent breast	B
And what her thoughts are nobody knows	K
She sits with her secret hid unguessed	B
With her strange eyes bent on the distant west	B
So the slow years come and the slow year goes	K
O'er the Lady Cecile	C
	-
Forty years and June the third	B
Came with a storm loud the winds did blow	L
And up in her tower the lady heard	B
The deep waves calling her far below	L
Wild they leaped and surged wild the winds did blow	L
And listening alone she thought she heard	B
Cecile Cecile	C
	-
And wrapping her cloak round her withered form	R
She crept down the stairs of crumbling stone	G
Higher and fiercer raged the storm	R
As she bent and plucked the rose but one	S
Had the tempest spared and the winds did moan	G
And she thought that she heard o'er the voice of the storm	R
Cecile Cecile	C
	-
She placed the rose on her bloodless breast	B
And dizzy and faint she reached the tower	A
And her strange eyes looked out again on the west	B
And a wave dashed up as she looked from the tower	A
Like a hand and lifted the roots of the flower	A
And swept it carried it out to the west	B
From the Lady Cecile	C
	-
And like death was her face when suddenly	T
Strangely a tremulous golden gleam	U
Pierced the pile of clouds high massed and gray	D
And the shining quivering golden beam	U
Seemed a bridge of light a gold highway	D
Thrown o'er the wild waves of the bay	D
And the Lady Cecile	C
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Did eagerly out of her lattice lean	V
With her glad eyes bent on that bridge gold bright	B
As if some form by her rapt eyes seen	V
Were beckoning her down that path of light	B
That quivering shining led from sight	B
Ending afar in the sunset sheen	V
And the Lady Cecile	C
	-
Cried with her lips that erst were dumb	E
See am I not true your flower I wore	W
And her thin hand eagerly touched the flower	A
He is smiling upon me yes love I come	E
And a pleasant light like the light of home	F
Lit her eyes and life and pain were o'er	A
To the Lady Cecile	C

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