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In that bright hour of joy and pride, Two hearts had bitter thoughts to hide: So waves fling up their sunlit glow, While rocks and darkness lurk below. Oh, weary day that seemed so long! Oh, hours that dragged their weight along! At last 'twas night; escaped from all The crowds that made her splendid thrall, The young queen sought a garden wild, Where she had roamed a happy child— A child that neither hopes nor fears, Unconscious of its coming years. She sought a little fountain playing, With lilies mid its waters straying; A fairy thing, that sang by night, And gave the stars again their light.