GONE

 THE last, late guest 
To the gate we followed; 
Goodbye -- and the rest 
The night-wind swallowed.
 

House, garden, street, 
Lay tenfold gloomy, 
Where accents sweet 
Had made music to me.
 

It was but a feast 
With the dark coming on; 
She was but a guest -- 
And now, she is gone.

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