Caroling Dusk/Fragment

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FRAGMENT

The breath of life imbued those few dim days!
Yet all we had was this,—
A flashing smile, a touch of hands, and once
A fleeting kiss.

Blank futile death inheres these years between!
Still naught have you and I
 ​But frozen tears, and stifled words, and once
A sharp caught cry.

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