The Eleventh Hour
Why should the gods have sent you at twilight?
Life is too late with me now for a lover.
Melted away are the mists of my morning,
And love-time is over.
Why should the gods have sent you at twilight?
Nay, my friend, nay, for the shadows grow deeper.
Yet to dream of your love shall make the grave's midnight
Sweet to one sleeper.
Life is too late with me now for a lover.
Melted away are the mists of my morning,
And love-time is over.
Why should the gods have sent you at twilight?
Nay, my friend, nay, for the shadows grow deeper.
Yet to dream of your love shall make the grave's midnight
Sweet to one sleeper.
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