I marked the haughty spirit's strife
To rend its bonds in vain:
Again I asked the cause of ill,
And heard Love's name again.
Yet on I went: I thought that Love
To woman's gentle heart,
Perhaps, had flung a lighter shaft,
Had given a fairer part.
I looked upon a lovely face,
Lit by a large dark eye;
But on the lash there was a tear,
And on the lip a sigh.
I asked not why that form had drooped,
Nor why that cheek was pale:
I heard the maiden's twilight song,
It told me all her tale.
I saw an urn, and round it hung
An April diadem
Of flowers, telling they mourned one
Faded and fair like them.
I turned to tales of other days,
They spoke of breath and bloom;
And proud hearts that were bowed by Love
Into an early tomb.
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