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Morning Glories :

Second Edition :

Heard, Josephine Delphine Henderson

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I sit in the fading twilight here,
But he comes not my heart to cheer;
And swelling waves of sorrow roll
Across my faint and weary soul.

There's nothing left me now but sighs,
My starved affection's piteous cries
Are answered by a look or tone,
As recent winds from frigid zone.