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‘THE SUN GOES DOWN IN THE DARK BLUE MAIN’
“Irreparabile tempus.”
Virgil.
The sun goes down in the dark blue main,
To rise the brighter to-morrow;
But oh! what charm can restore again
Those days now consign'd to sorrow?
To rise the brighter to-morrow;
But oh! what charm can restore again
Those days now consign'd to sorrow?
The moon goes down on the calm still night,
To rise sweeter than when she parted;
But oh! what charm can restore the light
Of joy to the broken-hearted?
To rise sweeter than when she parted;
But oh! what charm can restore the light
Of joy to the broken-hearted?
The blossoms depart in the wintry hour,
To rise in vernal glory;
But oh! what charm can restore the flower
Of youth to the old and hoary?
To rise in vernal glory;
But oh! what charm can restore the flower
Of youth to the old and hoary?
A. T.
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