Your heart to speak, while both our hearts rebel?

 Together we have gathered through the year

 All that the year could give us of its best,

 Is it not meet our parting should be here,

 Now in the season drear of death and rest?

 Yet since together we its joys have known

 How shall each meet the strange New Year alone.

 Caris Brooke.

  

  

  

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