Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
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Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
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The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
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Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad pride of intellectuality,
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Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
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Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
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Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
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Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
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Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
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In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
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Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
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"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
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Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
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Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
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I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
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'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
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Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-
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Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
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Thank Heaven! the crisis-
The danger is past,
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
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The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
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In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
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At morn- at noon- at twilight dim-
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
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In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
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Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
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O! I care not that my earthly lot
Hath little of Earth in it,
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
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Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
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Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
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Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
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