Whiles in the early Winter eve <br>We pass amid the gathering night <br>Some homestead that we had to leave <br>Years past; and see its candles bright <br>Shine in the room beside the door <br>Where we were merry years agone <br>But now must never enter more$$$ <br>As still the dark road drives us on. <br>E'en so the world of men may turn <br>At even of some hurried day <br>And see the ancient glimmer burn <br>Across the waste that hath no way; <br>Then with that faint light in its eyes <br>A while I bid it linger near <br>And nurse in wavering memories <br>The bitter-sweet of days that were.
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