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In after years shall she stand here again, In heart regretful? and with lonely sighs Think on that night of love, and realize Whose was the fault whence grew the parting pain? And, in her soul, persuading still in vain, Shall doubt take shape, and all its old surmise Bid darker phantoms of remorse arise Trailing the raiment of a dead disdain? Masks, unto whom shall her avowal yearn With looks clairvoyant, seeing how each is A different form with eyes and lips that burn Into her heart with love's last look and kiss?-- And, ere they pass, shall she behold them turn To her a face which evermore is his?