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APART.

The dreamland hills remember'd not,

In purple dawn-mists roll'd.

But I remember, dear, and press

Closer to those dim days:

Look on the past with tenderness, -

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It needs not all dispraise.

Too late for pride or shame! Apart

Forever she dwells from me;

And sunder'd farther heart from heart

Than farthest sea from sea!

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