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 But those who let the days of youth drift by, Scorning to share a lover's ecstasy, They shall lament, when all their youth has flown Most bitterly, because they have not known.

"Ah, close the lattice, leave me to my dreams, Shut out the brightness of the morning beams, Let me return, to night where silence is And the worn beauty of that face of his." 95