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APPENDICE
The open window
The old house by the lindens
Stood silent in the shade,
And on the gravelled pathway
The light and shadow played.
I saw the nursery windows
Wide open to the air ;
But the faces of the children,
They were no longer there.
The large Newfoundland house-dog
Was standing by the door ;
He looked for his little playmates,
Who would return no more.
They walked not under the lindens,
They played not in the hall ;
But shadow, and silence, and sadness,
Were hanging over all.
The birds sang in the branches
With sweet, familiar tone ;
But the voices of the children
Will be heard in dreams alone !
And the boy that walked beside me,
He could not understand
Why doser in mine, ah ! closer
I pressed his warm, soft hand !
H. W. Longfellow.
