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A Late Post
Clear looks the sad day's close,
Ere eyes their watch forsake:
With all the West one rose
Ere eyes their watch forsake:
With all the West one rose
Long-rayed, so late it grows
No letter shall she take.
Clear looks the sad day's close
No letter shall she take.
Clear looks the sad day's close
In mockery, since she knows
She must the hard vow make,
With all the West one rose,
She must the hard vow make,
With all the West one rose,
That here her hope foregoes,
Till ever the slow morn wake.
Clear looks the sad day's close
Till ever the slow morn wake.
Clear looks the sad day's close
On night-dark ...
Nay, who throws
White through the slit this flake?
With all the West one rose,
Nay, who throws
White through the slit this flake?
With all the West one rose,
Plain her boy's writing shows,
Though caught in hands that shake—
Clear looks the sad day's close,
With all the West one rose
Though caught in hands that shake—
Clear looks the sad day's close,
With all the West one rose
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