FAREWELL!—but whenever you welcome the hour
That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,
Then think of the friend that once welcomed it too,
And forgot his own griefs, to be happy with you.
His griefs may return—not a hope may remain
Of the few that...
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From “The Fire-Worshippers” O, fair as the sea-flower close to thee... |
I Strove with none, for none was worth my strife; |
MAY the Babylonish curse |