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<p id="id01018" style="margin-top: 4em">Farewells</p>
<p id="id01019" style="margin-top: 3em">They are so sad to say: no poem tells<br/>
The agony of hearts that dwells<br/>
In lone and last farewells.<br/></p>
<p id="id01020">They are like deaths: they bring a wintry chill<br/>
To summer's roses, and to summer's rill;<br/>
And yet we breathe them still.<br/></p>
<p id="id01021">For pure as altar-lights hearts pass away;<br/>
Hearts! we said to them, "Stay with us! stay!"<br/>
And they said, sighing as they said it, "Nay."<br/></p>
<p id="id01022">The sunniest days are shortest; darkness tells<br/>
The starless story of the night that dwells<br/>
In lone and last farewells.<br/></p>
<p id="id01023">Two faces meet here, there, or anywhere:<br/>
Each wears the thoughts the other face may wear;<br/>
Their hearts may break, breathing, "Farewell fore'er."<br/></p>
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