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THINKING of one thing all day long, at night / I fall asleep, brain weary and heart sore; / But only for a little while. At three, / Sometimes at two o'clock, I wake and lie, / Staring out into darkness; while my thoughts / Begin the weary treadmill-toil again, / From that white marriage morning of our youth / Down to this dreadful hour.
I see your face / Lit with the lovelight of the honeymoon; / I hear your voice, that lingered on my name / As if it loved each letter; and I feel / The clinging of your arms about my form, / Your kisses on my cheek-and long to break / The anguish of such memories with tears, / But cannot weep; the fountain has run dry.