Sad and alone I lay

Sad and alone I lay
sick with a dumb despair
and then you passed my way
and suddenly the air

was full of angels singing
hosannas loud and clear
and silver bells were ringing
their music in my ear

and all at once, aghast,
I knew how it would be—
and you went sweeping past
without a glance at me.

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