One sang all day, more merry than the lark
That mounts the morning skies:
One silent sat, and lifted patient eyes.
One heart kept happy time, from dawn to dark,
With all glad things that be:
One, listless, throbbed alone to memory.
To one all blessed knowledge was revealed,
And love made clear the way:
One thirsted, asked, and was denied always.
To one a glad, brief day, that slumber sealed
And kept inviolate:
To one, long years, that only knew to wait.
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