I BURIED Joy; and early to the tomb
I came to weep — so sorrowful was I
Who had not dreamed that Joy, my Joy, could die.
I turned away, and by my side stood Joy
All glorified — ah, so ashamed was I
Who dared to dream that Joy, my Joy, could die!
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