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1 In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, 2 When in the firelight steadily aglow, 3 Joined slackly, we beheld the red chasm grow 4 Among the clicking coals. Our library-bower 5 That eve was left to us: and hushed we sat 6 As lovers to whom Time is whispering. 7 From sudden-opened doors we heard them sing: 8 The nodding elders mixed good wine with chat. 9 Well knew we that Life's greatest treasure lay 10 With us, and of it was our talk. "Ah, yes! 11 Love dies!" I said: I never thought it less. 12 She yearned to me that sentence to unsay. 13 Then when the fire domed blackening, I found 14 Her cheek was salt against my kiss, and swift 15 Up the sharp scale of sobs her breast did lift:-- 16 Now am I haunted by that taste! that sound!
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