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THE DIVINE SORROW.
To-morrow, when the sun is sunken,
And the seawave ebbs afar,
If thy heart be cold and shrunken
And thy hope too like a star
And the seawave ebbs afar,
If thy heart be cold and shrunken
And thy hope too like a star
That glitters faintly, glitters coldly,
In the farthest fields of space,
While the night airs, blowing boldly,
Bring their cloudy train apace;
In the farthest fields of space,
While the night airs, blowing boldly,
Bring their cloudy train apace;
If the seeming sad insistance
Of the years oppress thy soul,
As from distance unto distance,
Past and future, still they roll;
Of the years oppress thy soul,
As from distance unto distance,
Past and future, still they roll;
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And thy forward glances eager
Aid not, nor the backward cast,
Seeing all is mute and meagre—
And the future as the past;
Aid not, nor the backward cast,
Seeing all is mute and meagre—
And the future as the past;
If in all this fate betide thee
That no voice hath called thee ‘friend,’
Nature bitterly belied thee
From the wretched end to end;
That no voice hath called thee ‘friend,’
Nature bitterly belied thee
From the wretched end to end;
Even so grieve not, for only
So shalt thou divine the deep
And the height; find for the lonely
Love, and tears for them that weep.
So shalt thou divine the deep
And the height; find for the lonely
Love, and tears for them that weep.
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