HIS PLACE.
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Yes, kneel by him, moaning, kissing his brow, Not now will it grieve him, your tears' swift rain, And he will not ask you to share your pain;Ah! Once he would, but not now-not now.
So leave the old room in the waning light, Go out in your peerless beauty and pride, And let no shadow go out by your sideTo follow you under the falling night.
