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Tell me this: what is thy share
In this world of pain and care?
Knowest thou the spirits smart?
Hast thou an uncaseful heart?
Of such bitter tears that well
From the eve, what canst thou tell?
See, thy roses petals hold
Dewy pearls of price untold
Or the soul, that numbereth
Life departing at each breath,
Borrowed spirit, grief of time
Shall I speak thee in rhyme?