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VII. ENIGMA. A CHIME OF BELLS
In other days, when hope was bright,
Ye spake to me of love and light,
Of endless spring, and cloudless weather,
And hearts that doted linked together!
Ye spake to me of love and light,
Of endless spring, and cloudless weather,
And hearts that doted linked together!
But now ye tell another tale;
That life is brief, and beauty frail,
That joy is dead, and fondness blighted,
And hearts that doted disunited!
That life is brief, and beauty frail,
That joy is dead, and fondness blighted,
And hearts that doted disunited!
Away! ye grieve and ye rejoice
In one unfelt unfeeling voice;
And ye, like every friend below,
Are hollow in your joy and woe!
In one unfelt unfeeling voice;
And ye, like every friend below,
Are hollow in your joy and woe!
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