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FROM DUSK TO DAWN.
When the new dawn rose, they both were gone,—
On the bed a shape like the woman's lay,—
But she, with the ghost of the gay, glad past,
To some land of shadows had wandered away:
On the bed a shape like the woman's lay,—
But she, with the ghost of the gay, glad past,
To some land of shadows had wandered away:
A land where she found the lost again,—
Where youth was waiting, and love was sweet,
And all the joys she had buried once
Sprang up like blossoms about her feet.
Where youth was waiting, and love was sweet,
And all the joys she had buried once
Sprang up like blossoms about her feet.
