Nothing dismayed? By all I say and all I hint not made Afraid? O then, stay by me! Let These eyes afflict me, cleanse me, keep me yet. Brave eyes and true! See how the shriveled heart, that long has lain Dead to delight and pain, Stirs, and begins again To utter pleasant life, as if it knew The wintry days were through; As if in its awakening boughs it heard The quick, sweet-spoken bird. Strong eyes and brave, Inexorable to save!
+--------------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | Transcriber's Note: | | | | | | Spacing for contractions has been retained to match the original | | 1901 text. | | | | Both "gray" and "grey" are used in this text, as per the original. | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------------+
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