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 of sight, Out of mind! Could the light Prove unkind?

Can the sun Quite forget What was done Ere he set?

Does the moon When she wanes Leave no tune That remains

In the void Shell of night Overcloyed With her light?

Must the shore At low tide Feel no more Hope or pride,