Luscious and Sorrowful

Beautiful, tender, wasting away for sorrow;
Thus to-day; and how shall it be with thee tomorrow?
Beautiful, tender--what else?
A hope tells.

Beautiful, tender, keeping the jubilee
In the land of home together, past death and sea;
No more change or death, no more
Salt sea-shore.
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