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ÆOLIAN HARP.

[Is it all in vain?]

Is it all in vain?
Strangely throbbing pain,
Trembling joy of memory!
Bygone things, how shadowy
Within their graves they lie!
Shall I sit then by their graves,
Listening to the melancholy waves?
I would fain.
But even these in vapours die:
For nothing may remain.
One survivor in a boat
On the wide dim deep afloat,
When the sunken ship is gone,
Lit by late stars before the dawn.
The sea rolls vaguely, and the stars are dumb.
The ship is sunk full many a year.
Dream no more of loss or gain.
A ship was never here.
A dawn will never, never come.
—Is it all in vain?