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THE LAST MEETING.
So mournfully she gazed on him
As if her heart would break;
Her silence more upbraided him
Than all her tongue might speak!
As if her heart would break;
Her silence more upbraided him
Than all her tongue might speak!
So mournfully she gazed on him;—
Yet answer made she none;
But tears that could not be repressed,
Fell slowly, one by one.
Yet answer made she none;
But tears that could not be repressed,
Fell slowly, one by one.
“I hoped,” she said,—but what she hoped
In blushes died away:
“I thought,” she said,—but what she thought
Her tears might only say!
In blushes died away:
“I thought,” she said,—but what she thought
Her tears might only say!
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She could do nought but gaze on him,
For answer she had none;
But tears that could not be repressed
Fell slowly, one by one.
For answer she had none;
But tears that could not be repressed
Fell slowly, one by one.
Alas! that life should be so short—
So short, and yet so sad:
Alas! that we so late are taught
To prize the time we had!
So short, and yet so sad:
Alas! that we so late are taught
To prize the time we had!
The silent sorrow of that hour
Will haunt his daily track;
And oft he'll wish, when lost the power,
He'd called that weeper back.
Will haunt his daily track;
And oft he'll wish, when lost the power,
He'd called that weeper back.
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