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For you the night is still;

the moonlight on the hill

shall come no more. And I

whose life was touched with flame,

if I stay not the same

because the flame must die,

you will not know.

For me the night will change,

the moonlight not be strange,

nor silvered hill. And you

whose life was turned to dark

sleep on and do not mark

if this small heart stay true,

if love will go.

It is for me to keep

the beauty, while you sleep

unsullied peace. And I

who cannot stay the years

nor live them all in tears

must watch the vision die

unchecked and slow.