The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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[Surely there is an aching void within] |
 | The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti |  |
[Surely there is an aching void within]
Surely there is an aching void withinMan's spirit unto other men unknown
And which were it unveiled and freely shown
Would open to the sight so much of sin
And folly & a cry that at the din
His overbearing pride & overblown
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Humble, content to lose & not to win.
Oh that we so could hide the grief of years
From our own selves yea the whole guilt & trouble
And in our secret spirit look on grace;
Yet death for ever sendeth messengers
Before it conscience pricks, & were these double
They were not equal to our sin-stained face.
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