The heaving of the sullen main.

Yet joy shall come with break of day:

The fearful dream is pass’d away.

With early song the copses ring:

A joyful bark of welcoming!

[Pg 52]

[Pg 52]

[Pg 53]

[Pg 53]

AFTER THREE DAYS.

AFTER THREE DAYS.

I stood within the gate

Fair-pictured in my dream.

Jewels and gold were there;

The wonders of the scene.

Such wild and lavish grace

Of her that waits the tomb.

[Pg 54]

The wisest of the land

To listen and to gaze.

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