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CONSTANCE by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON

First Line: FIRST TIME WE MET I SAW HER NOT: 'T WAS NIGHT
Last Line: MUSIC AND ART IN UNISON.
FIRST time we met I saw her not: 't was night;
But fancy read her lovely spirit right:
Soft as the dark her voice
That made my lonely heart rejoice.

When next we met, or ere I heard her speak
My fancy fared afar her like to seek:
Where had I seen that face --
In Reynolds' or in Romney's grace?

And when she spoke -- most like a morning child
Waking to wonder -- how her spirit smiled!
Then voice and face were one:
Music and Art in unison.



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