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TWILIGHT THOUGHTS.
O winter twilight, while the moon
Grows whiter on the deepening blue,
I find some brief-lived thoughts in you,
That rise not in the night or noon.
Grows whiter on the deepening blue,
I find some brief-lived thoughts in you,
That rise not in the night or noon.
Of faded loves that once were sweet,
But now are neither sweet nor sad;
Of hopes that distant looked so glad,
Yet lie unnoticed at our feet;
But now are neither sweet nor sad;
Of hopes that distant looked so glad,
Yet lie unnoticed at our feet;
Of these I think, until the red
Has wasted from the western sky,
And royal reigns the moon on high.—
What profits to lament the dead?
Has wasted from the western sky,
And royal reigns the moon on high.—
What profits to lament the dead?
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Small profit; yet in dreams that hold
One hand to forward, one to past,
We stay the years that fly so fast,
And link our new lives to the old.
One hand to forward, one to past,
We stay the years that fly so fast,
And link our new lives to the old.
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