The Solemnites
When joy arrives their faces show no flash
Of happiness, but still are draped in gloom,
As, in the Spring, with trees in snowy bloom,
Come the black blossoms of the Ash.
Of happiness, but still are draped in gloom,
As, in the Spring, with trees in snowy bloom,
Come the black blossoms of the Ash.
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