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Why art thou, Love, so fair, so young?
Why is that sad sweet music hung,
For ever, on thy gentle tongue?
Why art thou fond? Why art thou fair?
Why sitteth, in thy soft eye, Care?
Why smil'st thou in such sweet despair?
Youth, Beauty fade, — like summer roses:
Sad music sadder love discloses:
Dark Care in darker death reposes!
All 's vain! the rough world careth not
For thee — for me — for our dark lot:
We love, Sweet, but to be forgot!
We love, — and meet the world's sharp scorn:
We live, — to die some common morn,
Unknown, unwept, and still forlorn!
Why, dear one, why — why were we born?
Why is that sad sweet music hung,
For ever, on thy gentle tongue?
Why art thou fond? Why art thou fair?
Why sitteth, in thy soft eye, Care?
Why smil'st thou in such sweet despair?
Youth, Beauty fade, — like summer roses:
Sad music sadder love discloses:
Dark Care in darker death reposes!
All 's vain! the rough world careth not
For thee — for me — for our dark lot:
We love, Sweet, but to be forgot!
We love, — and meet the world's sharp scorn:
We live, — to die some common morn,
Unknown, unwept, and still forlorn!
Why, dear one, why — why were we born?
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