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"How steadily do I stand here to say farewell!" he said "Yet I am eaten

of my passion A fire burns me, a voice within me ever cries aloud I aarden at Fair View! The

folded rose that will never blooer the heavy hours,

the heavy, heavy, heavy hours!"

"The garden," she whispered "I smell the box The path was all in

sunshine So quiet, so hushed I went a little farther, and I heard

your voice where you sat and read--and read of Eloïsa Oh, Evelyn,

Evelyn!"

"The last time--the last farewell!" he said "When the Golden Rose is far

at sea, when the winds blohen the stars drift below the verge, when

the sea speaks, then et you, may the vision of you pass! Now at

Fair View it passes not; it dwells Night and day I behold you, the woman

that I love, the woman that I love in vain!"

"The Golden Rose!" she answered "The sea Alas!"

Her voice had risen into a cry The walls of the roohts wavered, the waters were passing over

her as they had passed that night of the witch's hut How far away the