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The book of the dead | ||
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[IV. I make a pageant of my pain]
I make a pageant of my pain,
Some say, throughout my dreary song,
And mar the sweetness of my strain
With dismal groans at crime and wrong.
Some say, throughout my dreary song,
And mar the sweetness of my strain
With dismal groans at crime and wrong.
It may be so: I can but sing;
For thus one half my grief is drowned:
The wild bird, struck beneath the wing,
Recks little how his note may sound.
For thus one half my grief is drowned:
The wild bird, struck beneath the wing,
Recks little how his note may sound.
This cry of pain invades the land,
It fills my ears, it will not pass;
Life's brightest and most golden sand
Runs grating through the narrow glass.
It fills my ears, it will not pass;
Life's brightest and most golden sand
Runs grating through the narrow glass.
I do not say our journey goes
Without some roses, there and here;
Although short seasons has the rose,
The thorns are growing all the year.
Without some roses, there and here;
Although short seasons has the rose,
The thorns are growing all the year.
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I quarrel not with human mirth;
I envy not the man who steals
His hard-wrung pleasures from the earth,
And swings the wine-cup till he reels.
I envy not the man who steals
His hard-wrung pleasures from the earth,
And swings the wine-cup till he reels.
I shall not enter at his door
With doleful songs, to move his scorn;
May roses crown him o'er and o'er!
I sing for him who feels the thorn.
With doleful songs, to move his scorn;
May roses crown him o'er and o'er!
I sing for him who feels the thorn.
I care not who are deaf, who hear:
Amidst the people's groan and shout,
I sing as nature wills; the ear
'Twould hear my song must seek it out.
Amidst the people's groan and shout,
I sing as nature wills; the ear
'Twould hear my song must seek it out.
And if it be a moan or sigh,
Unwelcome, foolish, as you deem,
I pray you pass me lightly by,
And leave the dreamer to his dream.
Unwelcome, foolish, as you deem,
I pray you pass me lightly by,
And leave the dreamer to his dream.
The book of the dead | ||