English poem
In this their mood so gloomy, the happy, merry plays
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
In this their mood so gloomy, the happy, merry plays Must now be sadly ended. Before their frightened gaze, The griffin so had robbed them that all for home now started, Sober, and filled with sadness. They truly felt forlorn, and heavy-hearted.
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