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Rh Swooning away beneath his faltering fingers

Till the grieved plaint seemed, echoless, to die;

When, calm, he rose, and with a touch that lingers,

Laid me forever by.

Forever! Ah, he comes no more—my lover!

And all my spirit wrapped in trance-like sleep,

Darkling I dream that such a night doth cover

His grief with hush as deep.