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a twilight land, a moaning region,
 * Thick with sighs that shook the trembling air,

Land of shadows whose dim crew was legion,
 * Lost I hurried, hunted by despair.

Quailed my heart like an expiring splendour.
 * Fitful flicker of a faltering fire,

Smitten chords which tempest-stricken render
 * Rhythms of anguish from a breaking lyre.

Love had left me in a land of shadows,
 * Lonely on the ruins of delight,

And I grieved with tearless grief of widows,
 * Moaned as orphans homeless in the night.

Love had left me knocking at Death's portal—
 * Shone his star and vanished from my sky—