Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Lost Hope
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LOST HOPE.
You cast to ground the hope which once was mine
But did the while your harsh decree deplore,
Embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine,
My heart, where Hope had been and was no more.
But did the while your harsh decree deplore,
Embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine,
My heart, where Hope had been and was no more.
So on an oaken sprout
A goodly acorn grew;
But winds from heaven shook the acorn out,
And filled the cup with dew.
A goodly acorn grew;
But winds from heaven shook the acorn out,
And filled the cup with dew.