Contemplation Lyrics

Thou, O my Grief!

Be wise and tranquil still

The eve is thine which even now drops down

To carry peace or care to human will

And in a misty veil enfolds the town.

While the vile mortals of the multitude

By pleasure, cruel tormentor, goaded on

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Grief, place thy hand in mine, let us be gone.

Far from them. Lo, see how the vanished years

In robes outworn lean over heaven's rim

And from the water, smiling through her tears

Remorse arises, and the sun grows dim

And in the east, her long shroud trailing light

List, O my grief, the gentle steps of Night!