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The other bed lies empty in the room
Where once we clasped our hands to meet the night;
Again I reach for you, but in this tomb
What I can touch is but the stars' false light.
Your strident voice is silenced, but within
The echo of a rumour of a prince
I find once more your smile – the guileless grin
You wore the day we met and each day since.
I don the dress of freedom; I advance
To seek your shade wherever it may shine;
To rise to meet your light, as you had once
Descended into death to kindle mine;
To find the dream you lived by, hold it close –
For you, and you alone, have been my rose.