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By Lily Thicknesse

all the passion and the pain That forged our flesh and spirit one Are past, and sweet desire is vain,
 * And youth and hope and life are gone,

Will then our end be like the west,
 * Where sunset fires have paled to gloom,

But give their gorgeous crimson's best
 * To light with splendour day's long doom?

Ah, then, when we must die, we two
 * Claim the dear earth and solemn sky

As comrades in the way we go,
 * From dawn to night's dark mystery.