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42330	Whitney, Helen Hay	Some Verses			.txt	text/plain	6747	675	100	Shall their chill smile still face the wind, that blows Shall still live on--though our sweet love be dead. I did not think my heart could love thee more, Nor find sweet rest by night or peace by day, I dreamed that love came, as the oak trees grow, I know not, now, if love be lost, or dead. Sweet Death shall see my heart and comprehend The sun rose dimly thro' the pallid rain, Dear Heart--and have we strength to face the day? Sweet Lady Night is paling white. A Man once loved a Woman, in the days of old, Tho' they murmured still their love, hand and heart loth to part. The rose is dead--and what became of love! Tossing wide Love's golden hair-See through these eyes the sweetness of the day, For I gazed in the deeps of Love's eyes, Knows no more sun than falls from my white hand.	./cache/42330.txt	./txt/42330.txt