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<p>Grief</p>
<p>I, that was once so eager for the light,<br/>
The vehement pomp and passion of the day,<br/>
Am tired at last, and glad to steal away<br/>
Across the dusky borders of the night.<br/>
The purple darkness now is my delight,<br/>
And with great stars my lonely sorrows play,<br/>
As still, some proud and tragic princess may<br/>
With diamonds make her desolation bright.</p>
<p>Night has become a temple for my tears . . .<br/>
The moon a silver shroud for my despair,<br/>
And all the golden forests of the spheres<br/>
Have showered their splendours on me leaf by leaf<br/>
Till men that meet me in the sunlight, stare<br/>
To see the shining garment of my grief!</p>
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