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Its things of pride
Flaunt everywhere;
But can it hide
Its hollowness
One mighty shell
Of bitterness,
One grand farewell
To happiness,
One solemn knell
To love's caress,
It seems to me.
The shipless sea
Hath bravery more
Than this waste scene,
Where what hath been
Beloved of yore,
In the heart's bower so fresh and green,
Fades evermore!
V.
From all its kind,
This wasted heart—
This moody mind
Now drifts apart;
