A WASTED VIGIL.
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VII.
With me it is not, is it with thee well?
O sea-drift blown from windward back to lee!
Couldst thou not watch with me?
VIII.
The old days are full of dead old loves of ours,
Born as a rose, and briefer born than she;
Couldst thou not watch with me?
IX.
One would say, seeking us and passing here,
Where is she? and one answering, Where is he?
Couldst thou not watch with me?