Collected Poems: With Autobiographical and Critical Fragments By Frederic W. H. Myers: Edited by his Wife Eveleen Myers |
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[O bear it, bear it, lonely heart]
O bear it, bear it, lonely heart,
As men have borne before;
A little while alive thou art,
And then shalt ache no more.
As men have borne before;
A little while alive thou art,
And then shalt ache no more.
Behold I bear it as I may,
Mine eyes refuse me tears,
I suffer in a single day
The misery of years.
Mine eyes refuse me tears,
I suffer in a single day
The misery of years.
Down the deep vale, as one who dreamed,
Thro' the dim dusk I ran;
And strangely to myself I seemed
A God-forsaken man.
Thro' the dim dusk I ran;
And strangely to myself I seemed
A God-forsaken man.
No human voice the valley knows,
No trump that calls the kine,
But thunder of the sliding snows
And silence of the pine.
No trump that calls the kine,
But thunder of the sliding snows
And silence of the pine.
So many vows, so many sighs,
So great delight forgot!
O answer, sweet accustomed eyes,—
Alas, they answered not.
So great delight forgot!
O answer, sweet accustomed eyes,—
Alas, they answered not.
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O friend who hearest, hast thou known
The death that love can die?
And hast thou once been not alone,
And then alone as I?
The death that love can die?
And hast thou once been not alone,
And then alone as I?
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