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SONNET XXVIII
EVEN IN HELL
In what strange places have our spirits met!—
Sometimes upon the green downs high and bare;
Sometimes amid the tossed sea's stormy air;
Sometimes in gladness; often in regret.
Only one thing has happened never yet,—
That I should call, and thou shouldst not be there!
Desire,—and find no answer to my prayer;—
I owe thy faithfulness a ceaseless debt.
Sometimes upon the green downs high and bare;
Sometimes amid the tossed sea's stormy air;
Sometimes in gladness; often in regret.
Only one thing has happened never yet,—
That I should call, and thou shouldst not be there!
Desire,—and find no answer to my prayer;—
I owe thy faithfulness a ceaseless debt.
Such woes we have conquered, and such barriers scaled,
And after such defeats have risen upright,
That, if hell's fiery storm-bolts round me hailed,
I should expect thee to divide that night
And, vainly by the lurid ghosts assailed,
To bring me with thyself the old delight.
And after such defeats have risen upright,
That, if hell's fiery storm-bolts round me hailed,
I should expect thee to divide that night
And, vainly by the lurid ghosts assailed,
To bring me with thyself the old delight.
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