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19096	Horsford, Mary Gardiner	Indian Legends and Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	12988	1179	94	And her fair cheek grew pale at the forest bird's start, And e'er since the hour, when thy pinion of light Looked down with the glance of a seraph's bright eye, And the dark hand of Death closed the love-speaking eye. Tore wildly the leaves from the loved form away, Those locks of pale gold floated past on the air. Like a soul that has entered the valley of Death. When the lightning's wild pinion gleamed bright on the eye, 'T was early morn, the low night-wind Spirit-like, from realms on high, The stars that circle Night's dark brow, Live in thy soul, yet know no future's ray? A new, strange love woke in my heart, The loving heart that used to thrill God's angels with two spirits passed Till thy heart prove a traitor to thee or to God. The shadow of death o'er my spirit lay,	./cache/19096.txt	./txt/19096.txt