"To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She i..."
"On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf...."
"O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?..."
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