All to herself a woman never sings
A happy song. Oh no! but it is so
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The sanctity that is about the dead
To make us love them more than late, when here,
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The thanking heart can only silence keep;
The breaking heart can only die alone:
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Touch gently, friend, and slow, the violin, So sweet and low,
That my dreaming senses may be beckoned so
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The mothers wish for no more daughters;
There is no future before them.
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"Turn me a rhyme," said Fate,
"Turn me a rhyme:
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DESPAIR
DEAR, when you see my grave,
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What shall I say, my friend, my own heart healing, When for my love you cannot answer me?
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Turn thy face to me, my love, I come from out the morning;
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We see the sky,--we love it day by day;
We feel the wind of Spring, from blossoms winging;
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Here is a world of changing glow,
Where moods roll swiftly far and wide;
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I dreamed within a dream the sun was gold;
And as I walked beneath this golden sun,
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Time and I pass to and fro,
Hardly greeting as we go,--
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[Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1864]
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Take me away into a storm of snow
So white and soft, I feel no deathly chill,
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The world was like a shell to me,--
Its voice with distant song was low;
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Say not, sad bell, another hour hath come,
Bare for the record of a world of crime;
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We speak of the world that passes away,--
The world of men who lived years ago,
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The sun is lying on the garden-wall,
The full red rose is sweetening all the air,
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Why is the nameless sorrowing look
So often thought a whim?
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At purple eyes beside the grain,
Our loves on altars we had burned,
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My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms,
Grown hideous and forgotten, left alone,
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There in the midst of gloom the church-spire rose,
And not a star lit any side of heaven;
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A shadowed form before the light,
A gleaming face against the night,
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Weeping for another's woe,
Tears flow then that would not flow
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Labor not in the murky dell,
But till your harvest hill at morn;
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A broken mirror in a trembling hand;
Sad, trembling lips that utter broken thought:
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Somewhere, somewhere in this heart
There lies a jewel from the sea,
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Sorrow, my friend,
When shall you come again?
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Lullaby on the wing
Of my song, O my own!
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