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Joy stayed with me a night—

Young and free and fair—

And in the morning light

He left me there.

Then Sorrow came to stay,

And lay upon my breast;

He walked with me in the day,

And knew me best.

I’ll never be a bride,

Nor vet celibate,

So I’m living now with Pride—

A cold bedmate.

He must not hear nor see,

Nor could he forgive

That Sorrow still visits me

Each day I live.