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The sere leaves rustle in the moaning blast,
The dreary rain is pattering on the roof,
Sad bells, far off, toll through the twilight hours—
And I shall never see thy face again!

The shadows deepen, but there comes no dawn;
And through the dark I hear the rustling robe
Of the grim angel that has veiled my eyes—
Never to see thy glorious face again!
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