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DESTINED TO SEVER.
I.
Destined to sever,Thrice hapless, for years;
Perchance again never
To meet, or in tears!
What, in the dreary hours,
Then, shall repay,
For the blooms, for the flowers
Fate tears away?
II.
What shall restore theeThat sweet sunny clime,
When life rose before thee,
Unshadow'd by Time?
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Sang like the young bird,
Born of beams, 'mid the flowers,
Childhood first heard?
III.
To me, what can BeingThen bring, to restore
Those young joys that fleeing,
We win never more?
Those nights when no sorrow
Brooded over Love's sky,
And no gloomy To-Morrow
Stood frowningly by!
IV.
With nought to endear usTo what is left now;
And nothing to cheer us
In the Future's dark brow:
Where look we, sweetest,
For the pleasures that last—
The brightest, the fleetest?—
Ah, me! to the Past!
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