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 Die a lost song of love Or the once fair; Still as well-water be The thoughts we share!

And, while the ghosts keep Tryst from chill sepulchres, Dreamless our gaze shall sleep, And sealed our ears; Heart unto heart will speak, Without tears.

O, thy veiled, lovely face — Joy's strange disguise — Shall be the last to fade From these rapt eyes, Ere the first dart of daybreak Pierce the skies.