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Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
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When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
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