Did no presentiment touch me that day?
Never a _soupcon_ of evil or ill?
No, the world was bright with Harry away,
And when Harry came back it was brighter still.
The man stood there, and his shadow was laid
Straight at my feet by the sunset decrees;
I mark'd it well, and I was not afraid;
And when Harry nam'd him I smil'd with ease.
The roses poured out their exquisite scent,
Birds gave us the sweetest music they had,
And the little grasses daintily bent
In the tender breeze, as if they were glad.
Are there not angels to guard us and keep?
Are spirits _not_ round us hidden from sight?
Oh! angels and spirits were all asleep,
Or they must have warn'd me that fatal night.
I have wak'd with the thought of an absent friend
(And others I know who have done the same),
And have felt 'ere I see the daylight's end,
Her letter must come--and her letter came.
I have run indoors with the happy thought
That something pleasant was going to be,
And--coincidence strange!--my eye has caught
The sight of the thing it desired to see.
I have felt a depression all the day,
A dullness for which I could not account,
And a flower has died--a dog run away--
Or a horse gone lame that I wish'd to mount.
And if from the regions of mysteries
_Something_ can warn us of trifles like these;
How could it be I met Mr.
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