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HER house looked cold from the foggy lea, / And the square of each window a dull black blur / Where showed no stir: / Yes, her gloom within at the lack of me / Seemed matching mine at the lack of her.
The black squares grew to be squares of light / As the eyeshade swathed the house and lawn, / And viols gave tone; / There was glee within. And I found that night / The gloom of severance mine alone.