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Illustrated by A. I. Keller and Arthur E. Becher

Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York

1914

TO

GERALD STANLEY LEE

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“Room after room,

I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—

Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew;

Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

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“Yet the day wears

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune—

Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?

But ’tis twilight, you see—with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune.”

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