BETA

Lost Hope.

You cast to ground the hope which once was
mine ;1
But did the while your harsh decree de
plore,2
Embalming with sweet tears the vacant
shrine,3
My heart, where Hope had been and was
no more.4
So on an oaken sprout5
A goodly acorn grew ;6
But winds from heaven shook the acorn
out,7
And filled the cup with dew.8