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Another scroll is ready; sad and slowly Will the long moments waste till thy return; I ponder on the past, pale, melancholy, As one who droops above a funeral urn.

Tell him, of all the beauty he remembers, How much has wandered with himself away; My weary heart mourns 'mid the cold wan embers Of hopes, that perish with his long delay.