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First Line: Adventurous mariner! In who gray skiff
Last Line: In diverse meanings, and shrewd subtlety, %that pass quaint donne, and even shakespeare wise
Subject(s): More, Henry (1614-1687)


LOVE'S MORROW, by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT




I.


It was but yesterday
That all was bright and fair:
Came over the sea, So merrily,
News from my darling there.
Now over the sea
Comes hither to me Knell of despair, -
No more, no longer there!


II.


Ah! gentle May, Couldst thou not stay?
Why hurriedst thou so swift away?
No - not the same -
Nor can it be -
That lovely name -
Ever again what once it was to me.
It cannot, cannot be
That lovely name to me.


III.


I cannot think her dead,
So lately, sweetly wed;
She who had tasted bliss,
A mother's virgin kiss,
Rich gifts conferred to bless
With costliest happiness,
Nobility and grace
To ornament her place.


IV.


Broken the golden band,
Severed the silken strand,
Ye sisters four!
Still to me two remain,
And two have gone before:
Our loss, her gain, -
And He who gave can all restore.
And yet - Oh! why,
My heart doth cry,
Why take her thus away?


V.


I wake in tears and sorrow:
Wearily I say, " Come, come, fair morrow,
And chase my grief away! "
Night-long I say
Haste, haste, fair morrow, And bear my grief away!
All night long,
My sad, sad song.


VI.


Comes not the welcome morrow,
My boding heart doth say;
Still grief from grief doth borrow;
My child is far away. Still as I pray
The deeper swells my sorrow.
Break, break! The risen day
Takes not my grief away.


VII.


Full well I know,


Joy's spring is fathomless, -
Its fountains overflow
To cheer and bless,
And underneath our grief
Well forth and give relief.
Transported May!
Thou couldst not stay;
Who gave, took thee away.
Come, child, and whisper peace to me,
Say, must I wait, or come to thee?
I list to hear
Thy message clear.


VIII.


Cease, cease, new grief to borrow!
Last night I heard her say;
For sorrow hath no morrow,
'Tis born of yesterday.
Translated thou shalt be,
My cloudless daylight see,
And bathe, as I, in fairest morrows endlessly."






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