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 | The poetical works of Edward Rowland Sill |  |
We gaze from our separate windows on the Night
And find our own small faces imaged there
In the glass, nor ever see the shadowy plain
Stretching out through the dimness, on and on.
And find our own small faces imaged there
In the glass, nor ever see the shadowy plain
Stretching out through the dimness, on and on.
| The poetical works of Edward Rowland Sill | |