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TO S---.
A stranger came—a stranger met—
They parted, and for aye—
Yet one, perchance, remembers yet
Those moments passed away.
They woke a vision sweet and vain,
He never thought to dream again.
They parted, and for aye—
Yet one, perchance, remembers yet
Those moments passed away.
They woke a vision sweet and vain,
He never thought to dream again.
As yon lone cloud, whose passing shade
Floats on the summer wind—
Soon from the sun-lit heaven shall fade,
And leave no trace behind—
Thus, in the hour that bade them part,
His memory vanished from her heart.
Floats on the summer wind—
Soon from the sun-lit heaven shall fade,
And leave no trace behind—
Thus, in the hour that bade them part,
His memory vanished from her heart.
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So be it still—the days are past
Of reckless, wild desire;
Yet must he cherish to the last,
And love—what all admire—
And bear, through sunshine and through storm,
That gentle heart, and lovely form.
Of reckless, wild desire;
Yet must he cherish to the last,
And love—what all admire—
And bear, through sunshine and through storm,
That gentle heart, and lovely form.
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