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'TIS DONE.
'Tis done! and the dream and its triumphs are o'er—
But not so with the pang, and the rage, and the fever!—
Must I now not for ever unceasing deplore,
Is my wretchedness sealed not for ever and ever?
But not so with the pang, and the rage, and the fever!—
Must I now not for ever unceasing deplore,
Is my wretchedness sealed not for ever and ever?
Wherever I turn, I but meet with dismay,
The Day is one twilight of shadows and hazes;
The Night, in its gloomy and solemn array,
One Chaos of clouds and of phantoms and mazes.
The Day is one twilight of shadows and hazes;
The Night, in its gloomy and solemn array,
One Chaos of clouds and of phantoms and mazes.
'Tis done! and the Dream and its triumphs are o'er—
But not so with the Memory, the Unrest and the Sorrow—
My heart's fond cry is still—“shall I cease to deplore?”
While Despair sees to-day but renewed in to-morrow!
But not so with the Memory, the Unrest and the Sorrow—
My heart's fond cry is still—“shall I cease to deplore?”
While Despair sees to-day but renewed in to-morrow!
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