  Farewell! since nevermore for thee The sun comes up our earthly skies, Less bright henceforth shall sunshine be To some fond hearts and saddened eyes. There are who for thy last long sleep Shall sleep as sweetly nevermore, Shall weep because thou canst not weep, And grieve that all thy griefs are o'er. Sad thrift of love! the loving breast, On which the aching head was thrown, Gave up the weary head to rest, But kept the aching for its own. Thomas K. Hervey. |
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