The Human Inheritance The New Hope, Motherhood. By William Sharp |
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DESOLATION. |
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DESOLATION.
I come from dark and tempest
From lands that know no peace,
From mansions where no stray guest
Of travail hath surcease,
Where grey wan skies of morning
Slow fade to greyer eve,
And echoing winds of scorning
Subside in sobs that grieve.
From lands that know no peace,
From mansions where no stray guest
Of travail hath surcease,
Where grey wan skies of morning
Slow fade to greyer eve,
And echoing winds of scorning
Subside in sobs that grieve.
I stand alone and lonely,
And watch each dark day die;
Night breaks again and only
More desolate grows the sky:
And while my heart grows faint then
With all its weary lot
The phantom shades of dead men
(To me dead) know me not.
And watch each dark day die;
Night breaks again and only
More desolate grows the sky:
And while my heart grows faint then
With all its weary lot
The phantom shades of dead men
(To me dead) know me not.
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I see the long years creeping
That have not come to me,
The days thereof all weeping
With sad eyes bitterly,
And oh I know each morrow
That thrills with anguish low
Hath a deeper sense of sorrow,
Is crown'd with weightier woe.
That have not come to me,
The days thereof all weeping
With sad eyes bitterly,
And oh I know each morrow
That thrills with anguish low
Hath a deeper sense of sorrow,
Is crown'd with weightier woe.
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