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The Well-Beloved took my hand And led me to his fair abode, The home that Love and he had planned. (Strange that so well I knew the road.)

And through the open door we went, And at our feet the hearth-light fell, And I--I laughed in all content, Seeing I knew the place so well.

Ah, to no stranger Love displayed Its every nook, its every grace, This was the House of Dreams I made Long, long before I saw his face.