 | In the Dorian Mood |  |
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WHEN THE LAMP IS QUENCHED
Your casement bright athwart the night
Gleams steadfastly—a golden square!
And I'm thrilled through for love of you
With hope that laughs away despair!
Gleams steadfastly—a golden square!
And I'm thrilled through for love of you
With hope that laughs away despair!
Lo, the lamp's out! Dark night and doubt
Rush in where erst was solace sweet;
And suddenly it seems to me
Some heart—some life—has ceased to beat!
Rush in where erst was solace sweet;
And suddenly it seems to me
Some heart—some life—has ceased to beat!
| In the Dorian Mood | |