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150 The candle fades,

The midnight shades

Turn suddenly a starry blue—

And now to dreams, my soul, of you!

THE ABSENT LOVER

"TO-NIGHT THE MUSIC DOTH A BURDEN BEAR"

SANCTUM SANCTORUM

I

I knew the mountain's every mood,

Gray, black with storms, or lit by lightening dawn;

But once in evening twilight came a spell