shanana

She dried her tears, and they did smile
to see her cheeks' returning glow;
nor did discern how all the while
that full heart throbbed to overflow

with that sweet look and lively tone,
and bright eye shining all the day
they could not guess, at midnight lone
how she would weep the time away

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In dungeons dark I cannot sing,
In sorrow's thrall 'tis hard to smile:
What bird can soar with broken wing?
What heart can bleed and joy the while?

Thank you Emily for such haughting words