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She lay as if at play
Her life had leaped away
Intending to return
But not so soon

Her merry Arms, half dropt
As if for lull of sport
An instant had forgot
The Trick to start

Her dancing Eyes—ajar
As if their Owner were
Still sparkling through
For fun—at you

Her Morning at the door
Devising, I am sure
To force her sleep
So light—so deep