while i have slept soft what love has this crept,
beneath the dawn of a moonlight's deep sleep?
a house so far and not my own has kept,
and inside your soul has founded so deep.
while i search the ruins which are all but bare,
your eyes keep watch and onward beholding.
his stay within crept in one eve so fair,
i can but watch the gates swiftly closing.
as my stay this day grows dim as our sun,
the night has chilled and grows cold and setting.
the clock of chance with dancing cogs still run,
in as time on us is slowly fading.
where does this flash of remembrance reside,
when one love of past tear does not abide?
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