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"In after years shall she stand here again,
In heart regretful? and with lonely sighs
Think on that night of love, and realise
Whose was the fault whence grew the parting
pain?
And, in her soul, persuading still in vain,
Still doubt take shape, and all its old surmise
Bid darker phantoms of remorse arise
Trailing the rainment of dead disdain?"
Madison J. Cawein, 1896
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