Invocation to Misery

Come, be happy! --sit near me, Shadow-vested Misery: Coy, unwilling, silent bride, Mourning in thy robe of pride, Desolation--deified! Come, be happy! --sit near me: Sad as I may seem to thee, I am happier far than thou, Lady, whose imperial brow Is endiademed with woe. Misery! we have known each other, Like a sister and a brother Living in the same lone home, Many years--we must live some Hours or ages yet to come.…