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“Good-night, good-night!” repeats the youth,“Good-night!” responds the maid;
Until from sight he is shut out
By night's too jealous shade.
“To-morrow's sun will smile upon
Your oft repeated vow;
Yet two days more a bridal wreath
Will crown that lovely brow.”
Presumptuous mortal! thou art blind,
Short-sighted one, can'st see,
E'en for a moment, through the gloom,
Which veils futurity?
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