She reads, she cries
The letter, "what lies!";
The flickering candle starts to die,
Licks fingers and "tsss", goes the light.
He lies, he breathes
Deeper, sigh heaves;
The silky blanket know'th no warmth,
But heart still warm where fire burnth.
After all that is and hath been said,
Nothing came, but nothing fled.
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