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ESTRANGEMENT
No comfort in the world remains
When love is fled;
'Tis but a coffin that contains
The dead, the dead.
When love is fled;
'Tis but a coffin that contains
The dead, the dead.
The unregarding wind sweeps by,
Blank stares the heaven;
Indifferent along the sky
The mist is driven.
Blank stares the heaven;
Indifferent along the sky
The mist is driven.
Nursing their sorrow to and fro
The sad boughs toss;
Winter bewaileth her own woe,
And not our loss.
The sad boughs toss;
Winter bewaileth her own woe,
And not our loss.
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O Nature, who dost give relief
To joy's full heart,
Thou, when the soul is spent with grief,
An alien art.
To joy's full heart,
Thou, when the soul is spent with grief,
An alien art.
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