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TO SUE.

And still her hum the years among
Deceives the Butterfly,
Still in her eye the Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew but took the morn,
I chose this single Star
From out the wide night's numbers,
Sue—forevermore!

—Emilie.