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Love in life oft lingers on, Long after our Doom calls. Journeys started in the sun, Can end in lightless halls. A blue-black torrent, fast and wide, Overhung with frost. I lingered on its icy banks, Lonely, cold, and lost. I pondered there my fated end Upon a distant battlefield. Recalling how the grass had felt, Before my soul did yield. My precious love had tempted me To stay that day at home. Now I am in Annwyn, Waiting for her to come.