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O SWEET blue eyes, and hair of gold
That tosses in the wind's light breath!
O red lips! - But her hands are cold -
What light shall be when I am old,
If darkens now the shadow of death?
The thing I dread, thou dost not see;
No voice to thee a message saith
That thro' all bitter years to be
Too harshly must come home to me
When I behold the shadow of death.
O sweet soul, must it be in vain,
The prayer of agony love saith?
My heart is full of useless pain;
They never see the light again,
Who once have seen the shadow of death.
Is there no utmost star can save?
Have all the winds of heaven no breath
To bring thee the poor boon I crave?
Can no hand reach across the grave?
A shadow sunders life and death!
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