To ———.
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So, in my twilight of sadness,
Careless I struck from the swift keys of thought,
Fancies, like snatches of music,
Idle, unsought.
Careless I struck from the swift keys of thought,
Fancies, like snatches of music,
Idle, unsought.
Nor guessed that a note of my playing,
Passing the gates where thy song, angel bright,
Lay asleep like a princess enchanted,
Would guide it to light.
Passing the gates where thy song, angel bright,
Lay asleep like a princess enchanted,
Would guide it to light.
