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And like death was her face, when suddenly,
 Strangely—a tremulous golden gleam
Pierced the pile of clouds, high-massed and gray,
 And the shining, quivering, golden beam
 Seemed a bridge of light-a gold highway
Thrown o'er the wild waves of the bay;
            And the Lady Cecile

Did eagerly out of her lattice lean
 With her glad eyes bent on that bridge gold-bright,
As if some form by her rapt eyes seen,
 Were beckoning her down that path of light,
 That quivering, shining, led from sight,
Ending afar in the sunset sheen.
            And the Lady Cecile

Cried with her lips that erst were dumb
 "See! am I not true? your flower I wore,"
And her thin hand eagerly touched the flower,
 "He is smiling upon me! yes, love, I come."
 And a pleasant light, like the light of home,
Lit her eyes, and life and pain were o'er
            To the Lady Cecile.