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In the mead a tulip blowsIn whose breast no yearning glows,A narcissus, languid too,Yet it lacked the eye to view.Billowing breath was in the clay,But no heart did it display;Caravan upon the roadSuch was life, yet where the load?Time itself was void and freeOf the topers song of glee,Wine was in the glass aflameYet was none to quaff the same.Sinais lightning made complaintThat desire was dumb and faint;In the peaceful valley thereSilent was the voice of prayer.Love upon our woe expressedBuilds anew the great unrest,Else no murmur ever stirsFrom these silent banqueters.