<h2><SPAN name="THE_WIFE_FROM_FAIRY-LAND" id="THE_WIFE_FROM_FAIRY-LAND">THE WIFE FROM FAIRY-LAND</SPAN></h2>
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<span class="i0drop"><ANTIMG style="float: left; height: 100px;" src="images/il016.jpg" alt="H" />er talk was of all woodland things,<br/></span>
<span class="i2drop">Of little lives that pass<br/></span>
<span class="i0drop">Away in one green afternoon,<br/></span>
<span class="i2drop">Deep in the haunted grass.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">For she had come from fairy-land,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The morning of a day<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the world that still was April<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Was turning into May.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Green leaves and silence and two eyes—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">'Twas so she seemed to me;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A silver shadow of the woods,—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Whisper and mystery.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I looked into her woodland eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And all my heart was hers;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And then I led her by the hand<br/></span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</SPAN></span>
<span class="i2">Home up my marble stairs.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And all my granite and my gold<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Was hers for her green eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And all my sinful heart was hers,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">From sunset to sunrise.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I gave her all delight and ease<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That God had given to me,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I listened to fulfil her dreams,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Rapt with expectancy.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But all I gave and all I did<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Brought but a weary smile<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of gratitude upon her face—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As though, a little while,<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">She loitered in magnificence<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of marble and of gold,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And waited to be home again,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When the dull tale was told.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Sometimes, in the chill galleries,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Unseen, she deemed, unheard,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I found her dancing like a leaf,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And singing like a bird.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">So lone a thing I never saw<br/></span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</SPAN></span>
<span class="i2">In lonely earth and sky;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So merry and so sad a thing—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">One sad, one laughing, eye.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There came a day when on her heart<br/></span>
<span class="i2">A wild-wood blossom lay,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the world that still was April<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Was turning into May.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In her green eyes I saw a smile<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That turned my heart to stone,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">My wife that came from fairy-land<br/></span>
<span class="i2">No longer was alone.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">For there had come a little hand<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To show the green way home,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Home through the leaves, home through the dew,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Home through the greenwood—home.<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</SPAN></span></p>
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