My window, framed in pear-tree bloom,
White-curtained shone, and softly lighted:
So, by the pear-tree, to my room
Your ghost last night climbed uninvited.
Your solid self, long leagues away, Deep in dull books, had hardly missed me; And yet you found this Romeo's way, And through the blossom climbed and kissed me.
I watched the still and dewy lawn, The pear-tree boughs hung white above you; I listened to you till the dawn, And half forgot I did not love you.
Od, dear! what pretty things you said, What pearls of song you threaded for me! I did not-till your ghost had fled- Remember how you always bore me!

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