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I SAT. It all was past; / Hope never would hail again; / Fair days had ceased at a blast, / The world was a darkened den.
The beauty and dream were gone, / And the halo in which I had hied / So gaily gallantly on / Had suffered blot and died!
I went forth, heedless whither, / In a cloud too black for name: / -People frisked hither and thither; / The world was just the same.