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Take away that star and garter -- / Hide them from my aching sight: / Neither king nor prince shall tempt me / From my lonely room this night; / Fitting for the throneless exile / Is the atmosphere of pall, / And the gusty winds that shiver / 'Neath the tapestry on the wall.
When the taper faintly dwindles / Like the pulse within the vein, / That to gay and merry measure / Ne'er may hope to bound again, / Let the shadows gather round me / While I sit in silence here, / Broken-hearted, as an orphan / Watching by his father's bier.