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LXI.
One most of all I see.
Forgive me, mother, if in my despair
Even though thou art not there
I seek the spot that saw the last of thee.
Forgive me, mother, if in my despair
Even though thou art not there
I seek the spot that saw the last of thee.
I know not what thou mayest be now:
I only know
(And with the extreme deep bitterness of woe)
That eyes and hands and the belovéd brow,
I only know
(And with the extreme deep bitterness of woe)
That eyes and hands and the belovéd brow,
That all I held so dear,
At this point vanished. Could my thoughts forsake
At once the spot, even though an angel spake
Saying, “She is not here!”
At this point vanished. Could my thoughts forsake
At once the spot, even though an angel spake
Saying, “She is not here!”
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