John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair, He with footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair; He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white, Struggled to keep back the murmur, Curfew must not ring to-night.