Despondency.
OO MYSTERY of love and human grief,And hope, half-prophet ever prone to tears!My heart is lonely as a withered leafUpon the winter tree. The passing yearsAre barren to me of all happiness,And, like a hoary anchorite, I feedUpon my past, and,fetisch-like, it dressWith glory and clear jewels not its own.O Love, and Childhood! and those happy timesWhen ignorance was patron to my need,When every hour was like a linnet flownIn song, and beautiful in simple rhymes.Would that my feelings knew the quiet flowOf thy clear waters, Luggie! singing as they go!
OO MYSTERY of love and human grief,And hope, half-prophet ever prone to tears!My heart is lonely as a withered leafUpon the winter tree. The passing yearsAre barren to me of all happiness,And, like a hoary anchorite, I feedUpon my past, and,fetisch-like, it dressWith glory and clear jewels not its own.O Love, and Childhood! and those happy timesWhen ignorance was patron to my need,When every hour was like a linnet flownIn song, and beautiful in simple rhymes.Would that my feelings knew the quiet flowOf thy clear waters, Luggie! singing as they go!
OO MYSTERY of love and human grief,And hope, half-prophet ever prone to tears!My heart is lonely as a withered leafUpon the winter tree. The passing yearsAre barren to me of all happiness,And, like a hoary anchorite, I feedUpon my past, and,fetisch-like, it dressWith glory and clear jewels not its own.O Love, and Childhood! and those happy timesWhen ignorance was patron to my need,When every hour was like a linnet flownIn song, and beautiful in simple rhymes.Would that my feelings knew the quiet flowOf thy clear waters, Luggie! singing as they go!
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