Dark is this day, though it dawned long since,
Saw the light of the lamp lifted on high
That some say is swung by a seraph–
The blinded and bragging one bold among them–
Far from a feast of the fair love-goddess,
Unless the love lauded is given to lucre.
Those who will gather go forth in greed,
Bickering, bargaining, coming to blows
In search of a sale to delight them this season–
While I must wait for my time in the world yet longer,
Keep out of the crush until the day comes
That I will fare forth, ere I, too, will feast.

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