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A Mood

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A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness--     Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;     A fear that is not fear, a pain that has not pain's insistence;     A sense of longing, or of loss, in some foregone existence;     A subtle hurt that never pen has writ nor tongue has spoken--     Such hurt perchance as Nature feels when a blossomed bough is broken.

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"A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness--..."

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