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The incense, the sunshine—but, Sadness! thy part, Deepest of all, was the victor's heart!

Ye meet at the bridal with flower and tear; Strangely and wildly ye meet by the bier! As the gleam from a sea-bird's white wing shed, Crosses the storm in its path of dread; As a dirge meets the breeze of a summer sky— Sadness and Mirth! so ye come and fly!

Ye meet in the poet's haunted breast, Darkness and rainbow, alike its guest! When the breath of the violet is out in spring, When the woods with the wakening of music ring, O'er his dreamy spirit your currents pass, Like shadow and sunlight o'er mountain grass.

When will your parting be, Sadness and Mirth? Bright stream and dark one!—oh! never on earth; Never while triumphs and tombs are so near, While Death and Love walk the same dim sphere,