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Or perchance, if such grace
 May be,
Some night when I dream of his face,
 Dream of me.

Or if this be too high
 A hope
For me to prefigure in my
 Horoscope,

He may dream of the place
 Where we
Basked once in the light of his face,
 Who now see

Nought brighter, not one
 Thing bright,
Than the stars and the moon and the sun,
 Day nor night.

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