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The red vines bar my window way; / The Autumn sleeps beside his fire, / For he has sent this fleet-foot day / A year's march back to bring to me / One face whose smile is my desire, / Its light my star.
Surely you will come near and speak, / This calm of death from the day to sever! / And so I shall draw down your cheek / Close to my face-So close!-and know / God's hand between our hands forever / Will set no bar.