Alters when it alteration finds

Oh sorrow! Oh woe!!┬áT’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:–
Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

I like to imagine dogs howling mournfully at this point, and big black thunderclouds with lashings of rain.

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