Interior

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It sheds a shy solemnity,This lamp in our poor room.O grey and gold amenity, —Silence and gentle gloom!

Wide from the world, a stolen hourWe claim, and none may knowHow love blooms like a tardy flowerHere in the day’s after-glow.

And even should the world break inWith jealous threat and guile,The world, at last, must bow and winOur pity and a smile.

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