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TO ONE IN A DARKENED HOUSE.
O friend, whose loss is mine in part,
Your grief is mine in part, although
I can not measure in my heart
The immeasurable woe.
Your grief is mine in part, although
I can not measure in my heart
The immeasurable woe.
As from a shining window cast
The fireside's gleam abroad is known,
I knew the brightness that is pass'd—
Its inner warmth your own.
The fireside's gleam abroad is known,
I knew the brightness that is pass'd—
Its inner warmth your own.
O vanish'd firelight!—dark, without,
The late illumined sphere of space;
The warmth within has died about
Your darken'd heart and face.
The late illumined sphere of space;
The warmth within has died about
Your darken'd heart and face.
If I could hide your gloom with light,
Or breathe you back the warmth of old—
O vain! I stand in outer night
And feel your inner cold!
Or breathe you back the warmth of old—
O vain! I stand in outer night
And feel your inner cold!
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