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[What heart with waiting broken] |
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[What heart with waiting broken]
What heart with waiting broken
Shall speak the word unspoken,
And who by tears betoken
The wisdom he has won?
Or say to him that grieveth,
“The hope thy soul believeth
Perchance, perchance, deceiveth,
But other hope is none.
Shall speak the word unspoken,
And who by tears betoken
The wisdom he has won?
Or say to him that grieveth,
“The hope thy soul believeth
Perchance, perchance, deceiveth,
But other hope is none.
“Ay, deep beyond thy telling
A bitter fount is welling,
Far off a bell is knelling
The ruin of thy youth:
Hide, hide the future's rising
With dreams and thin disguising,—
Can any man's devising
Be sadder than the truth?”
A bitter fount is welling,
Far off a bell is knelling
The ruin of thy youth:
Hide, hide the future's rising
With dreams and thin disguising,—
Can any man's devising
Be sadder than the truth?”
Then I with hope undying
Will rise and make replying,—
Will answer to his sighing
In speech that is a sigh:—
“The chains that fix and fetter,—
That chafe the soul and fret her,—
What man can know them better,
O brother-men, than I?
Will rise and make replying,—
Will answer to his sighing
In speech that is a sigh:—
“The chains that fix and fetter,—
That chafe the soul and fret her,—
What man can know them better,
O brother-men, than I?
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“And yet—my burden bearing,
The Five Wounds ever wearing,
I too in my despairing
Have seen Him as I say:
Gross darkness all around Him
Enwrapt Him and enwound Him,—
O late at night I found Him
And lost Him in the day.
The Five Wounds ever wearing,
I too in my despairing
Have seen Him as I say:
Gross darkness all around Him
Enwrapt Him and enwound Him,—
O late at night I found Him
And lost Him in the day.
“But bolder grown and braver
At sight of One to save her,
My soul no more shall waver
With wings no longer furled,
But, cut with one decision
From doubt and men's derision,
That sweet and vanished vision
Shall follow thro' the world.”
At sight of One to save her,
My soul no more shall waver
With wings no longer furled,
But, cut with one decision
From doubt and men's derision,
That sweet and vanished vision
Shall follow thro' the world.”
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