Past is now that weariness!
We have wept, that weep not now—
Calm is each once-beating brow!
We have known the dreamer’s woes—
All is now one bright repose!
Come, come, come!
Weary heart that long hast bled,
Languid spirit, drooping head,
Restless memory, vain regret,
Pining love whose light is set,