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Robert Laurence Binyon - Separation
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We parted at golden dawn.
 I feasted my last on her eyes,
 And journeyed, journeyed alone:
 Mountains and cities and skies

 Hurried with cruel pace,
 Endless and swift as the years,
 From the light, from the sun, from her face,
 My heart full of darkness and tears.

 In a day, in a night have flown
 Ages on ages fleet.
 At dawn I wander alone
 In a strange, in a silent street.

 O love, far off in the clime
 Of our joy, remember, and bend
 From that early glory of Time
 To me at his desolate end.
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