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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2154087
A poem about Melancholy's defeat as the speaker stands in defiance of its hold on him.
When dark, depressing moods consume the joys
of living, we shrink from the world of men
and act like children with their gloomy toys;
we recall a time when this has not been!
O Melancholy! How You daunt us so!
Why are we the doomed apples of Your eye!?
Too oft', wherever You lurk there we go
to Your tomb where we then despair and die!
But, like Lazarus, we rise in the morn
with renewed life and joy and faith to cope;
like his Resurrection, we are reborn:
O Gloom! Where are You now that we have hope!?
      O Melancholy! Take heed and beware,
      for Your tomb of our despair now dies there!
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