THE shades of evening gather o'er
The College and the Square;
They deepen into gloom within
A room - no matter where -
Wherein the firelight falls upon
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The Proctor, sitting there.
And is his heart filled full of care?
Ah no, it cannot be;
For Proctor laughs right merrily,
And gazes wistfully,
As though bright-gleaming on the night!
A vision's light saw he.
It is a vision that he sees, -
A vision of the day;
From out the little room his soul
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