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 saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed. "I fear 'twas wrong Such cheerful words to borrow; Dearest, a sweeter, sadder song I'll sing to thee to-morrow."

I thanked her, but I could not say That I was glad to hear it: I left the house at break of day, And did not venture near it Till time, I hoped, had worn away Her grief, for nought could cheer it!