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74
REGRET
I hold it now more shameful to forget
Than fearful to remember; if I may
Make choice of pain, my Father, I will pray
That I may suffer rather than regret;
Than fearful to remember; if I may
Make choice of pain, my Father, I will pray
That I may suffer rather than regret;
And this dull aching at my heart to-day
Is harder far to bear than when I set
My passionate heart some golden thing to get,
And, as I clasped it, it was torn away.
Is harder far to bear than when I set
My passionate heart some golden thing to get,
And, as I clasped it, it was torn away.
“The world is fair,” the elder spirit saith,
“The tide flows fast, and on the further shore
Wait consolations and surprises rare.”
But youth still cries “The love that was my faith
Is broken, and the ruined shrine is bare,
And I am all alone for evermore.”
“The tide flows fast, and on the further shore
Wait consolations and surprises rare.”
But youth still cries “The love that was my faith
Is broken, and the ruined shrine is bare,
And I am all alone for evermore.”
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