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“Tomorrow, little sweetheart half my years,

Tomorrow I will tell the world about us.

You must be mine to keep. I have been cruel;

I have been absent, darling, from your pain.

Tomorrow I will put my two arms round you,

And bear if I can the—pleasure.”

Then he woke,

And none but Berrien watched him in the room—

Berrien, who ever after watched him,

Night and day detesting this pale witch

Who came and went and charmed him.

So she thought,

Said Daniel, never answering her eyes.

For him there were no hours now save those dark ones

When the pair came. At midnight they would be there,

Faithful as moths; and every sunny morning,

Starting from his pillow, he would mutter:

“Tomorrow is today. Then I must go

To Dora, I must tell her.” Yet he waited

Always upon another secret midnight;

And witnessed every noon how the gold woman,

Smiling her light smile, seemed not to know

Of Dora; was no witch at all; was no one.

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