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A LAMENT.
Ye glades within whose shade the rose
Is withered, where no dews may fall.
Ye lulling winds that love repose
When cloud comes pausing over all.
Is withered, where no dews may fall.
Ye lulling winds that love repose
When cloud comes pausing over all.
The wave is hush'd upon the sands,
Still is the wave-bird on her nest.
And calm the gleaming sunset-bands
Reveal their islands in the west.
Still is the wave-bird on her nest.
And calm the gleaming sunset-bands
Reveal their islands in the west.
Soon will the ripple move again,
Soon every nest outpour its song;
Soon in new glory argent rain
Will dance its flakes the blue along.
Soon every nest outpour its song;
Soon in new glory argent rain
Will dance its flakes the blue along.
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Long ere my heart have light again,
Long ere my breast be full of song.
For till the earth reveal her slain,
The night-cloud on my life is strong.
Long ere my breast be full of song.
For till the earth reveal her slain,
The night-cloud on my life is strong.
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