The Rooms Width
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Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
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I think if I should cross the room,
Far as fear;
Should stand beside you like a thought--
Touch you, Dear!
Like a fancy. To your sad heart
It would seem
That my vision passed and prayed you,
Or my dream.
Then you would look with lonely eyes--
Lift your head--
And you would stir, and sigh, and say--
"She is dead."
Baffled by death and love, I lean
Through the gloom.
O Lord of life! am I forbid
To cross the room?
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