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LXXVI.
So much there is to say!
Her grief with mine would be so wholly one.
If mother could but speak to son
For one half-hour, on but one day!
Her grief with mine would be so wholly one.
If mother could but speak to son
For one half-hour, on but one day!
One day in all the year—
The heart might then less wildly ache,
The dawn less sadly break,
With less of stormy pain or sunless fear.
The heart might then less wildly ache,
The dawn less sadly break,
With less of stormy pain or sunless fear.
There must be since she died
Such worlds on worlds in either heart
Pent-up—so much to ask, so much to impart
On either side.
Such worlds on worlds in either heart
Pent-up—so much to ask, so much to impart
On either side.
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