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with stately houses from which those whom I first knew in their youth and beauty have since fled into midnight and despair?
But one last gleam upon our hearth lights up your innocent eyes, little Annie, and dispels the gathering shade.
The flame dies down again, and you draw closer to my side.
The pure moon looks in at the southern window, replacing the ruddier glow; while the fading embers lisp and prattle to one another, like drowsy children, more and more faintly, till they fall asleep.
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