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\n Love in Sorrow <\/font>
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\nDo you remember, Love, that sunset pale <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>When from near meadows sad with mist the breeze
\nSighed like a feverous soul and with soft wail <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>The ghostly river sobbed among the trees? <\/p>\n

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I
\nthink that Nature heard our misery <\/p>\n

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Weep
\nto itself and wept for sympathy.<\/p>\n

For we were strangers then; we knew not Fate <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>In ambush by the solitary stream
\nNor did our sorrows hope to find a mate, <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Much less of love or friendship dared we dream. <\/p>\n

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Rather
\nwe thought that loneliness and we <\/p>\n

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Were
\nwed in marble perpetuity.<\/p>\n

For there was none who loved me, no, not one. <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Alas, what was there that a man should love?
\nFor I was misery’s last and frailest son <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>And even my mother bade me homeless rove. <\/p>\n

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And
\nI had wronged my youth and nobler powers <\/p>\n

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By
\nweak attempts, small failures, wasted hours.<\/p>\n

Therefore I laid my cheek on the chill grass <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>And murmured; "I am overborne with grief
\nAnd joy to richer natures hopes to pass. <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Oh me! my life is like an aspen leaf <\/p>\n

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That
\nshakes but will not fall. My thoughts are blind <\/p>\n

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And
\nlife so bitter that death seems almost kind.<\/p>\n

"How am I weary of the days’ increase, <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Of the moon’s brightness and the splendid stars,
\nThe sun that dies not. I would be at peace, <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Nor blind my soul with images, nor force <\/p>\n

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My
\nlips to mirth whose later taste is death, <\/p>\n

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Nor
\nwith vain utterance load my weary breath."<\/p>\n

Thus murmured I aloud nor deemed I spoke <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>To human ears, but you were hidden, sweet,
\nBehind the willows when my plaining broke<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Upon your lonely muse. Ah, kindly feet <\/p>\n

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That
\nbrushed the grass in tender haste to bind  <\/span><\/p>\n

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Another’s
\nwounds, you were less wise than kind.<\/p>\n

You said, "My brother, lift your forlorn eyes; <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>I am your sister more than you unblest."
\nI looked upon your face, the book of sighs
\n       <\/span>And
\nindex to incurable unrest. <\/p>\n

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I
\nrose and kissed you, sweet. Your lips were warm 
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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And
\ndrew my heart out like a witch’s charm.<\/p>\n

We parted where the sacred spires arose <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>In silent power above the silent street.
\nI saw you mid the rose-trees, O white rose, <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Linger a moment, then the dusk defeat <\/p>\n

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My
\neyes, and, listening, heard your footsteps fade <\/p>\n

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On
\nthe sad leaves of the autumnal glade.
\n <\/span>
\nAnd were you happy, sweet? In me I know<\/span>\u2013<\/font><\/p>\n

      
\n<\/span>For either in my blood the autumn sang
\nHis own pale requiem or that new sweet glow <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Failed in the light of bitter knowledge\u2013
\n<\/font>rang 
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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A
\nvoice that said, "Behold the loves too pure <\/p>\n

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To
\nlive, the joy that never shall endure."<\/p>\n

This too I know, nor is my hope so bright <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>But that it sees its autumn cold and sere
\nAttending with a pale and solemn light <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Beyond the gardens of the vernal year. <\/p>\n

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Yet
\nwill I not my weary heart constrain
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut take you, sweet, and sweet surcease from pain.                   
\n   <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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