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In winter-time, in summer too,
  In sunshine, and in rain.
Love waits for love, the wide world thro'.
  (Alas ... for watches vain!)

As in my window, hid I stand;
  (Would all so blest might be!)
His step is on the threshold, and
  My love has come to me.

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