Thy heart, thy lovely foe...
Every cloud has a silver lining.
(proverb)
Thy heart, thy lovely foe...
Friends we are, or foes...
After all delight,
Like a moon she goes,
Lonely at night.
What am I about
When her sun is gone
On her bedside cloud
Till her foggy dawn.
Till she dandles a baby
On her wounded knee.
Heartily, oh, may be
Bitterly for me.
Be so hard, be shining,
Mother, moon, or lass,
As your silver lining...
Every cloud has...
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