| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXI. Interlude
Epochs
ii. Grief | | By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887) |
| | | THERE is a hungry longing in the soul, | |
| A craving sense of emptiness and pain, | |
| She may not satisfy nor yet control, | |
| For all the teeming world looks void and vain. | |
| No compensation in eternal spheres, | 5 |
| She knows the loneliness of all her years. | |
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| There is no comfort looking forth nor back, | |
| The present gives the lie to all her past. | |
| Will cruel time restore what she doth lack? | |
| Why was no shadow of this doom forecast? | 10 |
| Ah! she hath played with many a keen-edged thing; | |
| Naught is too small and soft to turn and sting….. | | | | |
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