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DAWN AND LOSS
I lack thee in the noonday light,
I want thee in the deep of night,
But most, when sadder than all words,
I hear the voice of waking birds.
I want thee in the deep of night,
But most, when sadder than all words,
I hear the voice of waking birds.
Then seem I most of all forlorn,
When the grey hour is crudely born.
There is no mercy in that ray,
On hopeless fancies comes the day.
When the grey hour is crudely born.
There is no mercy in that ray,
On hopeless fancies comes the day.
Then is the hollow world remade,
God! But the image will not fade!
That ghostly chorus from the leaves!
Reminds and yet again bereaves!
God! But the image will not fade!
That ghostly chorus from the leaves!
Reminds and yet again bereaves!
The widowing beam upon me falls,
And to a grey remembrance calls;
Re-builded is the massy loss,
And re-erected is the cross.
And to a grey remembrance calls;
Re-builded is the massy loss,
And re-erected is the cross.
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For in that dimness we had speech
Simple and prudent, each to each;
Slow on my shoulder fell thy head,
I held thee close as skies grew red.
Simple and prudent, each to each;
Slow on my shoulder fell thy head,
I held thee close as skies grew red.
O dear wert thou in silent dew!
Thrice dear in deepening of the blue!
But now I see from this dark room
Only the glimmer of a tomb.
Thrice dear in deepening of the blue!
But now I see from this dark room
Only the glimmer of a tomb.
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