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Never a ring or a lock of hair / Or a letter stained with tears, / No crown for the princely hour to wear, / To be mocked of the rebel years.
Not a spoken vow, not a written page / And never a rose or a rhyme / To tell to the wintry ear of age / The tale of the summer time.
Never a tear or a farewell kiss / When the time is come to part; / For the kiss would burn and the tear would hiss / On the smouldering fire in my heart.
But let me creep to the kindly clay, / And nothing be left to tell / How I played in your play a year and a day, / And died when the curtain fell!