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Day wore at last; the evening-star arose,

And throbbing in the sky grew red and set;

Then with a guilty, wavering step he goes

To the hid nook where they so oft had met

In happier season, for his heart well knows

That he is sure to find poor Margaret

Watching and waiting there with love-lorn breast

Around her young dream's rudely scattered nest.