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A CROWN OF SORROW.
A sosrrow, wet with early tears
Yet bitter, had been long with me;
I wearied of this weight of years,
And would be free.
Yet bitter, had been long with me;
I wearied of this weight of years,
And would be free.
I tore my Sorrow from my heart,
I cast it far away in scorn;
Right joyful that we two could part—
Yet most forlorn.
I cast it far away in scorn;
Right joyful that we two could part—
Yet most forlorn.
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I sought, (to take my Sorrow's place,)
Over the world for flower or gem—
But she had had an ancient grace
Unknown to them.
Over the world for flower or gem—
But she had had an ancient grace
Unknown to them.
I took once more with strange delight
My slighted Sorrow; proudly now
I wear it, set with stars of light,
Upon my brow.
My slighted Sorrow; proudly now
I wear it, set with stars of light,
Upon my brow.
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