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[I saw a ruin, mossed and grey]
I saw a ruin, mossed and grey,
A desolate and time-worn pile:
With ivy-wreaths and wall-flowers gay,
In morning's cloudless sunbeams smile.
A desolate and time-worn pile:
With ivy-wreaths and wall-flowers gay,
In morning's cloudless sunbeams smile.
I saw a dark and gloomy cloud:
It drifted towards the glowing west;
Tinged by the setting sunshine proud,
It seemed in more than beauty drest.
It drifted towards the glowing west;
Tinged by the setting sunshine proud,
It seemed in more than beauty drest.
I could but think to age were given
Charms which might lapse of years defy;
To darkest sorrow light from Heaven,
And hope of immortality.
Charms which might lapse of years defy;
To darkest sorrow light from Heaven,
And hope of immortality.
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