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New And Old.

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I and new love, in all its living bloom,          Sat vis-a-vis, while tender twilight hours          Went softly by us, treading as on flowers.              Then suddenly I saw within the room              The old love, long since lying in its tomb.          It dropped the cerecloth from its fleshless face          And smiled on me, with a remembered grace              That, like the noontide, lit the gloaming's gloom.              Upon its shroud there hung the grave's green mould,          About it hung the odor of the dead;          Yet from its cavernous eyes such light was shed              That all my life seemed gilded, as with gold;          Unto the trembling new love '"Go," I said              "I do not need thee, for I have the old."

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