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 :::::After a little while, The snow will fall from time and trial shocks
 * Down these dark locks;

Then gliding onward to the Golden Isle,
 * I pass the rocks,
 * After a little while.


 * After a little while,

Perchance, when youth is blazoned on my brow,
 * As Hope is now,

I fade and quiver in this dim defile,
 * A fruitless bough,
 * After a little while.


 * After a little while,

And clouds that shimmer on the robes of June
 * And vestal moon,

No more my vagrant fancies can beguile—
 * I slumber soon,
 * After a little while.


 * After a little while,

The birds will serenade in bush and tree,
 * But not for me;

On billows duskier than the gloomy Nile
 * My barque must be—
 * After a little while.