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A. B.
[By day, by night, I mourn'd, as it is meet]
By day, by night, I mourn'd, as it is meet,
For one I lov'd so well, who could not stay
Longer amid the common light of day;
The pretty flow'ret smiling at my feet,
My little Rose of beauty fled away.
For one I lov'd so well, who could not stay
Longer amid the common light of day;
The pretty flow'ret smiling at my feet,
My little Rose of beauty fled away.
My heart is wean'd from all I see below;
Small sympathy exists 'twixt earth and me;
We walk in pathways of our own—to be
Belov'd of her, is all I craved to know.
Blind to the outward world, I would not see.
Small sympathy exists 'twixt earth and me;
We walk in pathways of our own—to be
Belov'd of her, is all I craved to know.
Blind to the outward world, I would not see.
Henceforth the world I lov'd, and I, are twain;
I've traced its mask of falsehood through and through,
And I have brush'd it from me, as the dew
That morning gathers in the vernal plain;
Then said I—“I will search, and find the True.”
I've traced its mask of falsehood through and through,
And I have brush'd it from me, as the dew
That morning gathers in the vernal plain;
Then said I—“I will search, and find the True.”
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