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AGAIN OR NEVER?

Sadly wove the princess in her chamber,
Chanted dirges of an ancient lay,
“Surely thou art tarrying, my beloved one;
Bitter winters mine that bud no May;
Marriage bells that very long delay.”
Drearily the knight bestrode his charger,
By the voices of the soughing sea,
“Must I never find thee more my darling?
Leaden years creep on and bring not thee;
Hope and youth, life's glowing morning, flee.”
Shall they ever meet again these fond ones,
Folded heart in heart and life to life?
Is there “an again” thro' iron ages?
Love and destiny in endless strife;
Shall the sweet eyes of the brightening dove
Glisten on her lord in patient love?