Pensive at Eve

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Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd,
And my poor heart was sad: so at the moon
I gaz'd—and sigh'd, and sigh'd!—for, ah! how soon
Eve darkens into night. Mine eye perus'd
With tearful vacancy the dampy grass
Which wept and glitter'd in the paly ray;
And I did pause me on my lonely way,
And mused me on those wretched ones, who pass
O'er the black heath of Sorrow. But, alas!
Most of Myself I thought: when it befell,
That the sooth Spirit of the breezy wood
Breath'd in mine ear—"All this is very well;
But much of one thing is for no thing good."
Ah! my poor heart's inexplicable swell!

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.