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Read By Moonlight

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I paused to read a letter of hers     By the moon's cold shine,     Eyeing it in the tenderest way,     And edging it up to catch each ray     Upon her light-penned line.     I did not know what years would flow     Of her life's span and mine     Ere I read another letter of hers     By the moon's cold shine!     I chance now on the last of hers,     By the moon's cold shine;     It is the one remaining page     Out of the many shallow and sage     Whereto she set her sign.     Who could foresee there were to be     Such letters of pain and pine     Ere I should read this last of hers     By the moon's cold shine!

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