Adelaide Crapsey

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The immemorial grief of all years

Burdes my heart sorely, and the years

Of slow eternal crying stain my cheeks.

Forever and forever my soul speaks

Saying: I am thy self: Look on me --

And weep. Never and never shalt thou be

As I. Weep; for weeping and hard pain

Of loss measure joy of last visioned gain.

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