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Last night as I stood in the gloaming's gray, / Ere the moon came into the sky, / He came to me for a last good-bye-- / At last he is going away.
His face in the dusk showed stern and set, / Old and haggard and worn with pain; / "Dear, I may never see you again-- / Mine but the meed regret! / How can I ask you to share my shame, / How can I give you my blemished name, / Yet how shall the heart forget?