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IX.
Now, sigh to sigh re-echoing,Reluctantly they part;
While every falling footstep strikes
A knell to either heart;
Each returns home stealthily,
And seeks, unseen, to gain
Their chamber's silence, and indulge
In memory's pleasing pain:
Again live o'er that stolen hour,
Each look, each accent weigh;
And gild the ideal future
With hope's illusive ray.
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