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undeclared, his love remained
locked within and with his pain
he tried in vain her heart to win
but never would she know
and she loved him
in silence, too
the sadness that they never knew
but at last, they can rejoice
on the wind they find their voice
millennium since both have passed
and now their ghosts have peace at last
for when the wind blows just right
in the deepest dark of night
his will nuncupative strangers hear
whispered by leaves and over weir
"Lenore, I leave you all my heart
so that we may never part."
and her reply in susurration
whispered back with sweet elation
"Edgar, darling, my heart take"
lovers' balm for eternity's ache