'Come, be happy, sit by me, Shadow-vested Misery: Coy, unwilling, silent bride, Mourning in thy robe of pride, Desolation deified. There is also the briefer lyric named Death, 1817, which begins 'They die the dead return not. Misery Sits near an open grave, and calls them over, A youth with hoary hair and haggard eye. All the Dreams that watched Urania's eyes.
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