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I am all alone in the house to-night; / They would not have gone away / Had they known of the terrible, bloodless fight / I have held with my heart to-day. / With the old sweet love and the old fierce pain / I have battled hour by hour; / But the fates have willed that the strife is vain. / Alone in the hour my thoughts have reign, / And I yield myself to their power.
Yield myself to the old time charm / Of a dream of vanished bliss, / The thrill of a voice, and the fold of an arm, / And a red lip's lingering kiss. / It all comes back like a flowing tide; / That brief, but beautiful day. / Though it oft is checked by the dam of pride, / Till the waters flow back to the other side, / To-night it has broken away.