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 A Reminiscence by Amy Levy 
						It is so long gone by, and yetHow clearly now I see it all!
 The glimmer of your cigarette,
 The little chamber, narrow and tall.
 
 Perseus; your picture in its frame;
 (How near they seem and yet how far!)
 The blaze of kindled logs; the flame
 Of tulips in a mighty jar.
 
 Florence and spring-time: surely each
 Glad things unto the spirit saith.
 Why did you lead me in your speech
 To these dark mysteries of death?
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