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 I listen, and hope's fickle glow

Fades away.

Why mock my grief? If you can go—

Wherefore stay?

In all the past we still were true,

You and I, love;

Few words suffice to bid adieu,

Few to die, love;

The loneliest stand face to face,

Disunited,

And thoughts of love that strain through space

Are requited!