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"SO IT HAPPENS".
To duller red; then flashes fitful fire
All quivering restless, then sinks down in night,
So love died in them, long and sore bewept—
Called back again with yearnings vain, at hist
Forgotten—till within each heart it slept,
With old illusions faded and o'erpast.

Yet oft-times started they, when moonlight streamed,
Up from their pillows that were wet with tears,
And wet with tears each face, for they had dreamed
I know not what: then thought they of the years,
The old, the lovely time that once had been,
And of their idle doubts, their broken troth,
And all that now was set their souls between,
So wide, so wide—O God, forgive them both!