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XVI.
MY GIFT
I give thee sorrow, and I give thee pain:
'Tis all the troubled singer has to give!
This, this is all my guerdon while I live,—
And, now and then, the pleasure of a strain.
Not more can I bestow while I remain
On earth an outcast and a wayfarer,
With all the night's harsh dewdrops in my hair;—
This scant reward and piteous thou shalt gain.
'Tis all the troubled singer has to give!
This, this is all my guerdon while I live,—
And, now and then, the pleasure of a strain.
Not more can I bestow while I remain
On earth an outcast and a wayfarer,
With all the night's harsh dewdrops in my hair;—
This scant reward and piteous thou shalt gain.
But after death there comes my time of pleasure
When I may crown thee in more ample measure,—
Fill up thy coronet with golden bars:—
First friendship through the agony of earth;
Then heaven and close-bound hearts that sing for mirth!
First sorrow; then a crown of many stars!
When I may crown thee in more ample measure,—
Fill up thy coronet with golden bars:—
First friendship through the agony of earth;
Then heaven and close-bound hearts that sing for mirth!
First sorrow; then a crown of many stars!
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