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Round a bright isle, set in a sea of gloom, / We sat together, dining, / And spoke and laughed even as in better times / Though each one knew no other might misdoubt / The doom that marched moment by moment nigher, / Whose couriers knocked on every heart like death, / And changed all things familiar to our sight / Into strange shapes and grieving ghosts that wept.
The crimson-shaded light / Shed in the garden roses of red fire / That burned and bloomed on the decorous limes.