  Tears of Ages come in a stream, Sighs flow in from Life's hoary height, Souls of Sorrow bring their gleam Of a light that is but a moan, not a sight. The gray waves of the Sea of Death Congeal under the cold Sun of Suffering, While Time, playing the flute of Fate, Charms them, snake-like, and doth bring. Out of a Cave, beyond Lights and Shades Present's storm,—made stormier by Future's promises,— To mingle in the Ocean of Death Like Sleep, yielding to Dream's caresses. |
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