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   Laura! a sunrise seems to break

    Where'er thy happy looks may glow.

   Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,

   Thy tears themselves do but bespeak

    The rapture whence they flow;

   Blest youth to whom those tears are given —

   The tears that change his earth to heaven;

   His best reward those melting eyes —

   For him new suns are in the skies!

   Thy soul — a crystal river passing,

   Silver-clear, and sunbeam-glassing,

   Mays into bloom sad Autumn by thee;

   Night and desert, if they spy thee,

   To gardens laugh — with daylight shine,

   Lit by those happy smiles of thine!

   Dark with cloud the future far

   Goldens itself beneath thy star.

   Smilest thou to see the harmony

    Of charm the laws of Nature keep?

   Alas! to me the harmony

    Brings only cause to weep!

   Holds not Hades its domain

    Underneath this earth of ours?

   Under palace, under fame,

    Underneath the cloud-capped towers?

   Stately cities soar and spread

   O'er your mouldering bones, ye dead!

   From corruption, from decay,

    Springs yon clove-pink's fragrant bloom;

   Yon gay waters wind their way

    From the hollows of a tomb.

   From the planets thou mayest know

   All the change that shifts below,

   Fled — beneath that zone of rays,

   Fled to night a thousand Mays;

   Thrones a thousand — rising — sinking,

   Earth from thousand slaughters drinking

   Blood profusely poured as water; —

   Of the sceptre — of the slaughter —

   Wouldst thou know what trace remaineth?

   Seek them where the dark king reigneth!

   Scarce thine eye can ope and close

   Ere life's dying sunset glows;

   Sinking sudden from its pride