Well, my kind, in silence sad
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trip we after what we read
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We the globe can compass soon
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swifter than the wandering moon
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I look to like
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if looking liking prays
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I gather thorns
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seek night to happy days
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On life's vast ocean do we sail
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I pity myself, cause passion is the gale
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Tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew
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I know my grievance or be much denied
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Mistempered sorrow, fear me not!
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You dreamt a dream tonight and so did I
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And since you wove dreams of joy and fear
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which made me terrible and dear
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But I arose and saw the dawn
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when light rode hight and was gone
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Winter Noon
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| Darkseed |
