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A time will come when we again shall rail -- / Not yet, not yet. The flood comes on apace, / That deep dividing river, and her face / Grows dimmer as it widens -- pale, so pale.
Have we not railed and laughed these many days, / Mummers before the lights? Dear fool, your hand / Upon your lips -- Oh let us once be grand, / Grand as we were when treading royal ways.
Lo, there she moves beyond the river. Gone -- / Gone is the sun-lo, starlight in her eyes.
See, how she standeth silent and alone --
Oh, hush! let us not vex her with our cries.
Proud as of old, unto my throne I go. .
Cordelia's gone. Hush, draw the curtain -- so.