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"From whence it comes, you ask, this gloom acute, / Like waves that o'er the rocky headland fall?" / -- When once our hearts have gathered in their fruit, / To live is a curse! a secret known to all,
A grief, quite simple, nought mysterious, / And like your joy -- for all, both loud and shrill, / Nay cease to clamour, be not e'er so curious! / And yet although your voice is sweet, be still!