Song

Let us sing and sigh!
Let us sigh and sing!
Sunny haunts have no such pleasures
As the shadows bring!

Who would seek the crowd?
Who would seek the noon?
That could woo the pale maid Silence
Underneath the moon?

Smiles are things for youth,
Things for a merry rhyme;
But the voice of Pity suiteth
Any mood or time.
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