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A WOMAN'S FANCY
She learnt to dream of him, and told them:
“In slumber often uprises he,
And says: 'I am joyed that, after all, Dear,
You've not deserted me!'"
At length died too this kinless woman,
As he had died she had grown to crave;
And at her dying she besought them
To bury her in his grave.
Such said, she had paused; until she added:
"Call me by his name on the stone,
As I were, first to last, his dearest,
Not she who left him lone!"
And this they did. And so it became there
That, by the strength of a tender whim,
The stranger was she who bore his name there,
Not she who wedded him.
