Deep dark'ning night -- I stood outside
Soul's sepulchre of strangled cares
Lost love and dead desire, and cried
For all light lost and wasted years
And for a heart of stone so strong
Soul's sorrow wouldn't will to try
To turn it, but dropped down along
The empty bench and closed dim eye
And I, without, withdrew a step
And waited, mourning for the morn
To break, and break my heart, and death
To enter in and steal soul home
Yet as I waited, wept and yearned
"Why weepest thou?" I heard, and turned
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