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Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh: / Thy woes are birds of passage, transitory: / Thy spirit, circled with a living glory, / In summer still a summer joy resumeth. / Alone my hopeless melancholy gloometh, / Like a lone cypress, through the twilight hoary, / From an old garden where no flower bloometh, / One cypress on an inland promontory. / But yet my lonely spirit follows thine, / As round the rolling earth night follows day: / But yet thy lights on my horizon shine / Into my night when thou art far away; / I am so dark, alas! and thou so bright, / When we two meet there's never perfect light.