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Man's Discontent.
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The calm eyes gazing heavenwards could not see the love mine bore,
And the pale brow 'neath my kisses still its marble colour wore;
Till the snow that was not whiter hid the silent face from me—
Hid the lips that could not answer and the eyes that could not see.
Flake by flake came down and hid her from the cold sky overhead.
Thus, having all, I lost all, ere the Winter days had fled.
