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MIR AUS DEB AUGEN; FROM A POLISH SONG OF CHOPIN by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL

First Line: AWAY! LET NOT MINE EYES, MY HEART, BEHOLD YOU!
Last Line: "HERE, TOO, HIS VOICE, HIS LOOK, HIS TOUCH, REMAIN!"

"AWAY! Let not mine eyes, my heart, behold you!"
It was your right to choose; I heard you say,
"Forget! We must forget!" Love might have told you
'T was vain. You could not, more than I, obey.

As the dim shadows down the pastures lengthen,
The further sinks the day-star's fading fire,
So in your breast will tender memories strengthen,
Deeper and darker as my steps retire.

At every hour, in every place of meeting,
Where we together shared delight and pain,
Yes, everywhere will dear thoughts keep repeating,
"Here, too, his voice, his look, his touch, remain!"



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