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One room is full of luxury, and dim / With that soft moonlit radiance of light / That she best loves, who sits and dreams of him / Her heart has crowned as knight.
And one is bare, and comfortless, and dim / With that strange, fitful glimmer that is shed / By candles casting shadows weird and grim, / Above the sheeted dead.
In one, a round and beautiful young face / Is full of wordless rapture; and so fair / You know her breast is joy's best dwelling-place; / You know sweet love is there.
In one, there lies a white and wasted face / Whereon is frozen such supreme despair, / You need but look to know what left the trace; / You know love _has been_ there.
To one he comes! She leans her head of gold / Upon his breast and bids him no more roam. / Ah God! Ah God! and one lies stark and cold, / Because he ceased to come.