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TO MELANCHOLY,
TO RENEW OLD FRIENDSHIP.
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O Melancholy, thou and I were friends;But now Despair
Hath dulled thy glimmering hair,
And turned thy heart's rich gloom to his own ends,
Who wast so debonair!
2
Lo! eve's lone star wooes thee from thy ill trance:Bats with their wings,
All shy twy-natured things,
By owl-light work thy dun deliverance,
While the lulling nightjar sings.
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Then, Melancholy, be my friend again,Let not Despair
Lay waste thy shadowing hair,
And coldly kill thy heart's voluptuous pain,
Thy lover's love to share.
4
Wander once more upon thy mission holy,Sing with the sad,
Talk with the moodful mad,
And, in Despair's despite, sweet Melancholy,
Give me—what once I had!
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