Ye fowls of ill presage,
       &nbspGo vanish into Night!
Let all things sweet and fair
Yield homage to the pair:
       &nbspFrom Infancy to Age
Each Brow be smooth and bright,
As Lake in evening light.
To-day be Joy! and Sorrow
       &nbspDevoid of Blame
       &nbsp(The widow'd Dame)
Shall welcome be to-morrow.
Thou, too, dull Night! may'st come unchid:
This wall of Flame the Dark hath hid
With turrets each a Pyramid;—
For the Tears that we shed, are Gladness,
       &nbspA mockery of Sadness!