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The twilight walk, when the linked arms can feel The beating of the heart; upon the air There is a music never heard but once,— A light the eyes can never see again; Each star has its own prophecy of hope, And every song and tale that breathe of love Seem echoes of the heart.

And time past by— As time will ever pass, when Love has lent His rainbow plumes to aid his flight—and Spring Had wedded with the Summer, when a steed Stood at 's gate,—and Had wept farewell to, and had given Her blue scarf for his colours. He was gone To raise his vassals, for 's towers