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Again we meet -- a flashing glance, / And then, to scabbard, goes the lance, / While thoughts troop on in cavalcade / Adown the wide aisles time has made.
Back in the glow of yesterday, / With tender troth you rode away, / The sheen of rainbows in our eyes, / That swept the rim of other skies.
And now a writhing worm am I, / Beneath a doomed love's lensing eye, / Let me but stagger, far from sight, / To hide my anguish, in the night.