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Long are the clouds this night above us, dear:Long are the clouds!
Few now on earth the hearts that love us, dear;
Foemen in crowds!
But while thy loving heart,
Weak maiden as thou art,
Beats warm and true,
Friendship may pass me by,
Life bring but infamy—
Nothing I rue!
II
Cold is the wind this night around us, dear;Cold is the wind!
Colder the words of hate that wound us, dear—
False as unkind.
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Scorning the world's loud lies,
Look in my face
Faith-full, as now they look,
Lightly my pride may brook
Any disgrace.
III
Dark is the way this night before us, dear:Dark is the way!
No kindly star in the black heaven o'er us, dear,
To lend its ray.
But thou art by my side:
Thy love my trusty guide:
Thou my life's star,
Lighting my woe-worn soul
On to death's quiet goal—
Still—ah! so far!
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