I’d tell thee that I’m weary, sooth, at last,
Of speakin’ thus in sorrow’s plaintive tone,
Yet lo! There dawns a morn, unlike the last,
Wherein thou’ll march ‘side my broken bones.
Tetrameter Thirty-eight
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I’d tell thee that I’m weary, sooth, at last,
Of speakin’ thus in sorrow’s plaintive tone,
Yet lo! There dawns a morn, unlike the last,
Wherein thou’ll march ‘side my broken bones.
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