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The Vigil

"Stay for me here"—Ah, well doth Love obey
Thy mandate: for the stars have burnt away
The web of darkness, & disrobe the day
In twilight chill.


"Stay for me here"—I cannot choose but wait.
The day is spent: & at the ponderous gate
Of sunset, still I linger desolate.—
Was this thy will?


"Stay for me here"—An echo in the gloom
Of midnight warns me of approaching doom.
As at the temple, so before the tomb,
I wait thee still.

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