Spirit Of Sadness
She loved the Autumn, I the Spring, Sad all the songs she loved to sing; And in her face was strangely set Some great inherited regret. Some look in all things made her sigh, Yea! sad to her the morning sky: 'So sad! so sad its beauty seems' - I hear her say it still in dreams. But when the day grew grey and old, And rising stars shone strange and cold, Then only in her face I saw A mystic glee, a joyous awe. Spirit of Sadness, in the spheres Is there an end of mortal tears? Or is there still in those great eyes That look of lonely hills and skies?
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