LADY of Sorrow! What though laughing blue,
Thy sister, mock menâ??s anguish, and the sun
Glare like a wrathful judge on many a one
That longs for night his bitter shame to rue, ...
The Night is thick with storm and driving cloud,
Lurid at instants through the blackness break
Quick gleams of war across the perilous lake
From yonder isles that awe and magic shroud: ...
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Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!
