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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Footstep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To Lady Wemyss</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The boy will come no more<br>Although I listen and long;<br>The sound of his foot on the floor<br>Was like an old song.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His foot had the music in it,<br>And now the music's dumb --<br>Like the song of the lark or linnet<br>Glad that Spring's come.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There's nothing stirring at all, --<br>'Tis quiet all by yourself, --<br>But a wee mouse in the wall,<br>The clock ticks on the shelf.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like the song of the lark or linnet,<br>That's singing early and soon,<br>His foot had the music in it<br>Like an old tune.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a></strong></div>

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