See Fires Ablaze

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See Fires Ablaze

See fires ablaze, hear music sound⁠—

The music weeps and nestles round.

E’en as a diamond, precious, fair,

The eyes of youth are bright, how bright!

Gladness and hope have set their light

In joyous eyes. They know not care,

Those youthful eyes⁠—no sin is there.

And all are filled with mirth and glee,

And all are dancing. I alone

Gaze, as there were a curse on me.

I weep, I weep to all unknown.

Why do I weep? Perchance to mourn,

How without hap, as tempest-borne,

The days of all my youth have flown.