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VALEDICTORY.
(J. T. N., OB. AUG. 31, 1902).
YOUR name, set down among the names unknownNew-numbered of the innumerable rout,
Wherewith Death rounds our little lives about,
Falls on my heart, like the sepulchral stone.
You loved me not; nay, for your thought alone
You loved, your wayward thought, that would not out,
That mured you lifelong in a mist of doubt
And died with you, to blossom yet unblown.
Yet I, I loved you, as I loved my youth,
And with your death, though many a wave of days
And nights hath welled between our lives, since last
They met, yet somewhat of my Spring of sooth
And dream, methinks, into the darkling haze
Hath sunken of the insatiable Past.
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