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Tell me, oh my tranquil friend, How absence of a day untuned And brought our song of love to end, And wakened every sleeping wound. I go to meet all those that come From out that land of mystery Where thou did'st go toward the red sun-rise; Beneath a tree I sit, and cold and dumb, Down the long road spy eagerly; And long I look with fervour on the eyes Still lustrous with the sight of thee; I'd kiss those fingers, for thy touch less wearisome; I'd utter words whose meaning none perceive; But, dumb, I listen, hear their footfalls reach The shadows where the aged eve Holds the black night in leash.