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As came, in ne’er decreasing tone,

The song through which ran this refrain—

’Tis never night in love’s domain.

Ah, love of mine, how well we know

The glories of those garden lands

Through which Lethean waters flow!

Oft we have wandered to and fro

Down those bright halls, and seen the hands

Of tiny elves that beckoned so

They kept the time to this refrain—

’Tis never night in love’s domain.

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IT was but yesterday that thou

Wert with love-whispers eloquent,

Yet come and look upon her now

That life is spent.

How strangely white the face hath grown,

No longer prest by kisses fond;

Why turn’st, now that her soul hath flown

And rests beyond?

Why enter’st not the darkened room

To touch again those cold, white lips—

So cold and white, seen in the gloom

Of Death’s eclipse?

Thou wert so loving once, but now

Take that cold hand as lovers may,

Implant a kiss on that calm brow,

Nor turn away.

It was but yesterday that thou

Wert with love-whispers eloquent—

Thou wilt not look upon her now