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37. SORROW OF THE LONG GATE PALACE— II

The glad spring goes unattended

At the laurel bower where sorrow is long;

But on the four walls of gold

The autumn dust clings like grief;

And night holds the bright mirror up in the emerald

sky For the lonely one in the Palace of Long Gate.

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