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Poem by Samuel Lover
Let us talk of grief no more Till the bat is flying; Fitter mem'ry's sadd'ning lore When the day is dying, When the joyous sun hath fled, And weeping dews around are shed: Sad things are most fitly said, When the night wind's sighing. Sighing round some lonely tow'r Where, within, is mourning; And on the hearth, at midnight hour, Low the brands are burning. There the embers, fading fast, (Relics of a glowing past) Tell of fires too fierce to last:Ч Love knows no returning.
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