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WHY did you give no hint that night / That quickly after the morrow's dawn, / And calmly, as if indifferent quite, / You would close your term here, up and be gone / Where I could not follow / With wing of swallow / To gain one glimpse of you ever anon!
Never to bid good-bye, / Or give me the softest call, / Or utter a wish for a word, while I / Saw morning harden upon the wall, / Unmoved, unknowing / That your great going / Had place that moment, and altered all.