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AT TWILIGHT by PEYTON VAN RENSSELAER

First Line: THE ROSES OF YESTER-YEAR
Last Line: AND ONE THAT I LOVE IS DEAD.
Subject(s): DUSK;
THE roses of yesteryear
Were all of them white and red:
It fills my heart with silent fear
To find all their beauty fled.

The roses of white are sere,
All faded the roses of red;
And one who loves me is not here,
And one that I love is dead.



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