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XXXVIII
TOO LATE
While over all the sullen embers gloat,Silence, forgetfulness and only now
The twilight of your hair across my brow,
And soft my kiss upon your marble throat.
Be still—great visions through the quiet float,
And while the wind is wailing at our door,
And day retires in gloom across the moor,
Time shall forget an hour and grow remote
And—Hush! The fire is dull between your hair:
My tear upon your breast your curtained eyes
Have answered—it is all the heart can bear!
Peace! Peace! there's pity in the soul of pain,
And now our lives fulfil their destinies—
Hark! the despairing whisper of the rain.
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