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1875–1928

The Meeting

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

SHE flitted by me on the stair — A moment since I knew not of her. A look, a smile — she passed! but where She flitted by me on the stair

Joy cradled exquisite despair; For who am I that I should love her? She flitted by me on the stair — A moment since I knew not of her!

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