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A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star / Piercing the west, / As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far, / Rememberest.
The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow, / The fragrant hair, / Falling as through the silence falleth now / Dusk of the air.
Why then, remembering those shy / Sweet lures, repine / When the dear love she yielded with a sigh / Was all but thine?
Trieste, 1914.