ALONE, in the waning light,
Alone, in the darkening night,
Sits she, silent and forlorn,
Still patient, tho' overworn,
Watching for the face that she
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Is nevermore to see.
In the dull dusk, fire-lit,
Wherethro' wan shadows flit,
That fill her heart and brain
With a ghostly sense of pain,
She lists for a footfall near
That she nevermore will hear.
In the crumbling tower of flame
She reads the beloved name,
That ne'er from her lips again
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