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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Invocation To Misery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Come, be happy!—sit near me,<br>Shadow-vested Misery:<br>Coy, unwilling, silent bride,<br>Mourning in thy robe of pride,<br>Desolation—deified! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Come, be happy!—sit near me:<br>Sad as I may seem to thee,<br>I am happier far than thou,<br>Lady, whose imperial brow<br>Is endiademed with woe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Misery! we have known each other,<br>Like a sister and a brother<br>Living in the same lone home,<br>Many years—we must live some<br>Hours or ages yet to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>’Tis an evil lot, and yet<br>Let us make the best of it;<br>If love can live when pleasure dies,<br>We two will love, till in our eyes<br>This heart’s Hell seem Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Come, be happy!—lie thee down<br>On the fresh grass newly mown,<br>Where the Grasshopper doth sing<br>Merrily—one joyous thing<br>In a world of sorrowing! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>There our tent shall be the willow,<br>And mine arm shall be thy pillow;<br>Sounds and odours, sorrowful<br>Because they once were sweet, shall lull<br>Us to slumber, deep and dull. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>Ha! thy frozen pulses flutter<br>With a love thou darest not utter.<br>Thou art murmuring—thou art weeping—<br>Is thine icy bosom leaping<br>While my burning heart lies sleeping?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>Kiss me;—oh! thy lips are cold:<br>Round my neck thine arms enfold—<br>They are soft, but chill and dead;<br>And thy tears upon my head<br>Burn like points of frozen lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>Hasten to the bridal bed—<br>Underneath the grave ’tis spread:<br>In darkness may our love be hid,<br>Oblivion be our coverlid—<br>We may rest, and none forbid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>Clasp me till our hearts be grown<br>Like two shadows into one;<br>Till this dreadful transport may<br>Like a vapour fade away,<br>In the sleep that lasts alway. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI.<br>We may dream, in that long sleep,<br>That we are not those who weep;<br>E’en as Pleasure dreams of thee,<br>Life-deserting Misery,<br>Thou mayst dream of her with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII.<br>Let us laugh, and make our mirth,<br>At the shadows of the earth,<br>As dogs bay the moonlight clouds,<br>Which, like spectres wrapped in shrouds,<br>Pass o’er night in multitudes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII.<br>All the wide world, beside us,<br>Show like multitudinous<br>Puppets passing from a scene;<br>What but mockery can they mean,<br>Where I am—where thou hast been?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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Come, be happy!—sit near me,
Shadow-vested Misery:
Coy, unwilling, silent bride,
Mourning in thy robe of pride,
Desolation—deified! 

II.
Come, be happy!—sit near me:
Sad as I may seem to thee,
I am happier far than thou,
Lady, whose impe..."></div>
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