Nocturne
i
I
have
grown
pale
and
paler
Since
one
went
away,
Who
passed
from
me
as
softly
As
daylight
leaves
the
day.
My
hair
has
lost
its
gleaming,
The
light
has
left
my
face,
I
am
a
grey-eyed
wanderer
In
any
lonely
place.
And
on
my
heart
is
moonlight
Like
white
rain
on
the
sea,
And
I
am
of
the
evening
As
the
evening
is
of
me.
A
gentle
moan,
remembrance,
A
folded
wing
is
love,
Since
my
dream
stepped
into
shadow
On
the
soft
feet
of
a
dove.
Now
when
thoughts
of
him
arise
And
open
in
my
soul,
They
are
frailer
than
white
roses
In
a
silver
bowl.
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