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As light and wind within some
That fades amid the blue noon's burning sky,
But to the west was open to the sky.
And, mingled with the shades of twilight, lay
"Is it not strange, Isabel," said the youth, "I never saw the sun? We will walk here To-morrow; thou shalt look on it with me."
That night the youth and lady mingled lay In love and sleep-but when the morning
The lady found her lover dead and cold.
But year by year lived on-in truth I think