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SAPPHO, One Hundred Lyrics
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Bliss Carman
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LXXVII
Hour by hour I sit,
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Watching the silent door.
Shadows go by on the wall,
And steps in the street.
Expectation and doubt
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Flutter my timorous heart.
So many hurrying home—
And thou still away.
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