Labour’d & waited, still thou lingerest,
Tryest me still’—She turning smil’d & said,
‘Though this be, be not thou uncomforted:
Lo now already thy night-ending sun
In world-seen splendour hath his day begun’.
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Come let us drink & deeply drown
In Heav’n’s pure wine our sorrowing!
Fling ye earth’s faded garlands down,
Scatter away life’s flowering!