COME DECK ME FOR THE DANCE AGAIN.
I
Come deck me for the dance again,
For I will be the brightest there;
Bring silken robe and jewell'd chain,
And blooming roses for my hair.
The world again shall deem me gay,
My sombre weeds aside are thrown;
You bid me smile—and I obey,
But solitude is still my own.
II
I know my feelings must be blamed
By those who never felt like me;
They think a moment may be named,
When grief shall set the mourner free;
The harp, so long unstrung, they say,
Should then resume its wonted tone.
You bid me smile, and I obey,
But solitude is still my own.
