SHADOWS IN THE FIRE.
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She sat and she gazed in the fire: In the fire with a dreamy look: And she seemed as though she could never tire Of reading the fiery book.
She saw, midst the embers bright, A figure both manly and fair, Blue eyes that shone with a loving light: And showers of nut-brown hair.
She saw her own image stand By that form on a sunny day: One kiss of the lip: one grasp of the hand: And her heart was borne away.
She saw, through the flickering flame, A bier in a darkened room: And a coffin that bore her idol's name Was hurried away to the tomb.
She saw, from a distant strand, A missive sent over the main: The letter was writ by a stranger's hand: And she sighed for her lover in vain.
So she sat and she gazed in the fire: In the fire, with a dreamy look: And she seemed as though she could never tire Of reading the fiery book.