O world! O life! O time!
On whose last
steps I climb,
Trembling
at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more--Oh, never more!
Out of the day and night
A joy has
taken flight;
Fresh spring, and summer, and
winter hoar,
Move my
faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more--Oh, never
more!
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