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 THE hunse AT FAREWELL

And happiness have mingled here, have passed Into its web! Among all these at last Lives not one dawn, one eve, one mad » delight Of your wild, leaping heart? Never a night Drowsed with intoxication? Not a joy? No face deep-limned that time shall not destroy, Its picture painted on the mind’s bright wall For evermore? My ‘service’! Is that all? Nothing that wakens love? No thoughts that glow?

KACH Playmate, these sacred depths are not for show.

That which lies far within, whose pulse I feel One with my blood, ah, how shall I reveal?

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