Suddenly.. tween me and the light

that brightly shone.. and warm..

Robed in the pall-like garments of the night,

There rose a shadowy form.

"Stand back"..I said;  "you quite obscure the sun!"

"What do you want with me?"

"Dost though not know then?"  quoth the mystic one.

"Look at my face and see?"

I looked, and ... lo!  it was my friend 'despair',

Robed in a new disguise;

In blacker garments then it used to wear,

but with the same sad eyes.

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