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The long lost lights of love I know,

They thrill from ultimate space, they blow

Like small bewildered stars, tossed high

On some unknown and passionate sky.

I know them for the loved lost lights

That made the glamour of my nights

Long, long ago, and now I fear

Their coming, and the garb they wear.

For they are very white and cold,

They are not coloured as of old,

In trailing radiance, rose and red,

For these are ghosts, and they are dead.