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Adieu! and the sun goes awearily down, / The mist creeps up o'er the sleepy town, / The white sails bend to the shuddering mere, / And the reapers have reaped, and the night is here.
Adieu! and the years are a broken song, / The right grows weak in the strife with wrong, / The lilies of love have a crimson stain, / And the old days never will come again.
Adieu! where the mountains afar are dim / 'Neath the tremulous tread of the seraphim, / Shall not our querulous hearts prevail, / That have prayed for the peace of the Holy Grail?
Adieu! Some time shall the veil between / The things that are, and that might have been / Be folded back for our eyes to see, / And the meaning of all be clear to me.