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One day I found you – were you there?

              Perhaps it was your ghost I found –

I know not; but I found you fair

And love was in your lips and hair

              And in your eyes profound

 You kissed me, and you kissed me oft

-         Was it my ghost or was it me? –

Your kisses were so sweet, so soft,

The happy cherubim aloft

Adapted from Lytton Strachey