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EUTHANASIA.

I WOKE at water dashing:
At my window, bright as stars,
Two dark brown eyes were flashing
Their love light through the bars.
‘Thou cam'st to me in spirit
Amid our mountain streams;—
Now thou shalt woo me waking,
As once thou did'st in dreams.’
And forth once more in darkness
Twin souls have flown afar;
Lo, yonder in the land of light,
There shines another star.