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YES, TELL ME 'TIS HOPELESS.
Yes, tell me 'tis hopeless—my spirit is such
That nothing but sadness can enter it more;
I have trusted to love and to friendship too much,
And am bankrupt of all that I treasured before!
Like flowers that in darkness their nutriment find,
Yet close their sad eyes when the morning appears,
So the hopeless and dark are the food of my mind;
The dew of my heart is the night-fall of tears!
That nothing but sadness can enter it more;
I have trusted to love and to friendship too much,
And am bankrupt of all that I treasured before!
Like flowers that in darkness their nutriment find,
Yet close their sad eyes when the morning appears,
So the hopeless and dark are the food of my mind;
The dew of my heart is the night-fall of tears!
Yes, tell me 'tis hopeless—'tis better to grow
Familiar with sorrow, and welcome its name;
Yet that she could be false—could betray me—but, no,
Such feeling is folly—such weakness is shame!
Oh, once—but the time and the spirit are gone—
My heart like an eagle could soar, though opprest;
Though hoping were hopeless I still could hope on—
But now I hope nothing—ask nothing—but rest!
Familiar with sorrow, and welcome its name;
Yet that she could be false—could betray me—but, no,
Such feeling is folly—such weakness is shame!
Oh, once—but the time and the spirit are gone—
My heart like an eagle could soar, though opprest;
Though hoping were hopeless I still could hope on—
But now I hope nothing—ask nothing—but rest!
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