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PREMONITION

Dear heart, good-night!

Nay, list awhile that sweet voice singing

When the world is all so bright,

And the sound of song sets the heart a-ringing,

Oh, love, it is not right—

Not then to say, “Good-night.”

Dear heart, good-night!

The late winds in the lake weeds shiver,

And the spray flies cold and white.

And the voice that sings gives a telltale quiver—

“Ah, yes, the world is bright,

But, dearest heart, good-night!”

Dear heart, good-night!

And do not longer seek to hold me!

For my soul is in affright

As the fearful glooms in their pall enfold me.

See him who sang how white

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And still; so, dear, good-night.

Dear heart, good-night!

Thy hand I ‘ll press no more forever,

And mine eyes shall lose the light;

For the great white wraith by the winding river

Shall check my steps with might.

So, dear, good-night, good-night!