Orval, or The Fool of Time And Other Imitations and Paraphrases. By Robert Lytton |
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XXVI.ISOLATION.
The night is very dark and very lonely:And as dark, and all as lonely, is my heart:
And the sorrow that is in it night knows only:
For the dawn breaks, and my heart breaks. Far apart
From my old self seems my new self. And my mother
And my sister are in heaven,—so they say:
And the dear one dearer yet than any other
Is far, far away.
The sweet hour of his coming . . . night is falling!
The hour of our awakening . . . bird on bough!
The hour of last embraces . . . friends are calling
“Love, farewell!” . . . and every hour is silent now.
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