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First Line: My little hour of envied joy is past
Last Line: Enough of loveless life, shut to the door.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


MY little hour of envied joy is past,
My Love is dead;
Deep in her grave my passionate arms hold fast
Her wounded head;
Oh, could I lie beside her! -- even there
'Twere better than this earth and living air.

All children wonder that I never smile,
Not mine their pain;
The green trees and the streams I loved beguile
In vain, in vain;
Where, where is now my laughter, where her voice,
And her bright eyes that bade the woods rejoice?

Oh silent dwelling, homeless world, sad heart,
Always alone!
How canst thou live and bear thy bitter part
Now she is gone?
Clasp her cold heart to thine, and rise no more;
Enough of loveless life, shut to the door.





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