Then as Imelda stepped onto the floor they had left clear for dancing she saw something flash through the back of the room Fleeting white faceless Drawing closer Coming straight towards her through the dark A shimmering bright haze As it rose from the guests At last she thought for what else could it be And her heart rose too soared sang she made for it it made for her At last she thought for one blissful instant Till she saw Dickie there at the apparition’s side and she realized It was her reflection Her own self in the mirror at the back of the room In her veil and white haze of lace That’s
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