Not as Wont

" We'll meet no more as wont!" she said;
And moons went by of keen regret,
Before once more beneath the shade
We met, where we so oft had met.

Till then in Life's grim strife I'd kept
A heart unquelled, an eye unwet;
But now like any child I wept —
We'd met, but not as wont we'd met.
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