Consolation
Though consolation by the pledge of hope
May grow within my heart at quiet hours,
Or may unveil to me its candid scope
As bees bring news of joy which could be ours,
Though, languidly, I gaze upon the spread
Of stars whose old romance is twinned in me
By ancient heroes of whose quests I’ve read
Or heard before their failings I could see,
Though I recall the candid play of chance—
Whose sly intrigues have brought our paths so near—
And cheer my days despite our years’ advance,
Which hide their shadow to delay my fear,
I lie and gaze into the night until
I care for neither solace nor the quill.
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