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ALONE, AND WORSE EV'N THAN ALONE.
Alone, and worse ev'n than alone,
From self half parted now!—
Well may I still the struggling moan,
And calm the clouding brow!
From self half parted now!—
Well may I still the struggling moan,
And calm the clouding brow!
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I have forgotten how to hope,
To wish, fear, shun, or seek,
Still let me lone and friendless droop
In speechless suffering meek.
To wish, fear, shun, or seek,
Still let me lone and friendless droop
In speechless suffering meek.
Alone, and worse ev'n than alone,
From self divided now,
Sorrow is for my shadow grown,
And where—Oh! where art thou?
From self divided now,
Sorrow is for my shadow grown,
And where—Oh! where art thou?
Answers my heavy, heavy heart
With one dire throb “All's fled!”—
Then let the lonely One depart,
Whose Hope is with the Dead!
With one dire throb “All's fled!”—
Then let the lonely One depart,
Whose Hope is with the Dead!
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