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116. TO HIS WIFE ON HIS DEPARTURE— III
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��Gold are the staircases, and like a kingfisher's wings Sparkle the towers of the house where I shall be. t*}\
But the thought of you, my dear, who will stand alone - By the ancient gate and weep, !?NL
Will make me sit awake at night by the lonely lamp, ^^ And watch the dying moon of dawn; Jt^Sf*
And all my tears shall flow as I journey on to the west. i^*^
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