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Augusta Davies Webster - Beyond The Shadow
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SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow,
And then `tis past.
`Twas sad; yet sadness has its morrow;
Blue skies succeed skies overcast:
Why should grief last?

Something that`s passing, something dying.
Well, weep one`s fill,
Spend grief`s sweet courtesy, go sighing;
But violets break from snow-time`s chill:
Who can mourn still?

Aye, let me pass. No life will miss me
Save few first days.
A shudder, stooping down to kiss me,
A little love and tardy praise;
Then the old ways.
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