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"SIC TRANSIT."
It all comes back to me to-night, With deep, heart-thrilling power,Until I seem to live again That soul-enchanting hour.The stars are shining just the same, The sky is still as blue;Ah! John, the change is not in them; It rests on me and you.
It matters not to either now What could or might have been,Since all these years, like drifting snow, Lie pale and cold between.I only know that once we loved, And that we loved in vain—That deep, sweet pulse of happiness Will never throb again.
That evening—eighteen years ago— Do you remember still?Or have you quite forgotten, John, The old house on the hill;The sofa by the folding-door, The great arm-chair so near,Where on that fragrant summer night, You said I was so dear?
