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188 There once again, as evening fell
 * And stars were peering overhead,

Two lovers met to bid farewell:
 * The western sun gleamed faint and red,

Lost in a drift of purple cloud That wrapped him like a funeral-shroud.

Long time the memory of that night—
 * The hand that clasped, the lips that kissed,

The form that faded from his sight
 * Slow sinking through the tearful mist—

In dreamy music seemed to roll Through the dark chambers of his soul.

So after many years he came
 * A wanderer from a distant shore;

The street, the house, were still the same,
 * But those he sought were there no more:

His burning words, his hopes and fears, Unheeded fell on alien ears.