She fades as starlight on the stream, 
As dewfall in the dell ; 
All life and love, one ravishing gleam 
Stolen from sleep’s crucible ; 
That kiss, that vision is a dream :— 
And I—most miserable ! 
 
 
Still Echo wails upon the steep, 
“ To love—and to forget ! ” 
Still sombre whispers from the deep 
Sob through Night’s golden net, 
And waft upon the wings of sleep 
The name of Margaret. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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