Under her heavy veil of black A languid sea sluggishly flows To some far land of forsaken dreams. [6] [6] 4 "O, OLD! O, NEW!"[1] Who are you? Why make me wait From the hour of dew Till another sunset? Why do I look For your coming? Listen to the weeping brook That might bring To my lonely shore A word from you. Ah, nothing! not a leaf's tremor! O, old! O, longed for new! Who are you? I ask;
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