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 The last romantic

Time went away, and left him   lingering

       The last romantic in a little town 

He drowses in the twilight,fingering

      A scrap of muslin from on antique gown

Old odors find his nostrils when he drowses:

     Cedar,Amontillado,lavender ;

And white facades of stately Georgian houses

     Grow in the air to make a frame for her

She have been dead for thirty years or more ;

     And been could she come,eyes glistening,

He would not hear her fingers strike the door :

     He has gone deaf  from too much listening

He has gone deaf,and time has gone away

     The oleander flowers soon will pass

His julep stands forgotten on a tray

     And "pickwick" sprawls forlornly on the grass

Over the garden drifts a scent of musk
 

     And in the fringes of the fading light

Round hills, like lonely opals in the dusk

     Deepen to purple, and are one with night