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sympathy poem

lo! 'tis a gala night
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i said, i have shut my heart
be not angry with me
when i was a boy at college
this is the song of youth
i have seen the proudest stars
why so sad my lovely one?
there by the window in the old house
there is a city, builded by no hand
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
why then, must we see?

 



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