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26 The smile of her I love—when that is gone,

O'er all the world Night spreads her shadowy wing.

XXVIII—FRANCESCA AND PAOLO

XXIX—THE UNKNOWN WAY

travelers met upon a plain

Where two straight, narrow pathways crossed;

They met and, with a still surprise,

They looked into each other's eyes

And knew that never, O, never again!

Could one from the other soul be lost.

But lo! these narrow pathways lead

Now each from each apart, and lo!

In neither pathway can they go

Together, in their new, strange need.