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hus mourn those far
awayAnd keeps my love so far apart From friends and friendships of to-
day; SometimesI think 'tis but a dream I treasure up so jealouslyAll the
sweet thoughts I live on seem To vanish into vacancy: And thenthis
strangecoarse world around Seems all that's palpable and true; And every
sightand every soundCombines my spirit to subdue To aching griefso
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void and lone Is Life and Earth--so worse than vainThe hopes thatin my
own heart sownAnd cherished by such sun and rain As Joy and transient
Sorrow shedHave ripened to a harvest there: Alas vuitton sale! methinks I hear it said
Thy golden sheaves are empty air.
All fades away; my very home I think will soon be desolate; I hearat
timesa warning come Of bitter partings at its gate; Andif I should return
and see The hearth-fire quenchedthe vacant chair; And hear it whispered
mournfullyThat farewells have been spoken thereWhat shall I doand
whither turn? Where look for peace? When cease to mourn?
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'Tis not the air I wished to playThe strain I wished to sing; My wilful
spirit slipped away And struck another string. I neither wanted smile nor
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