Why, mourner, do you mourn, nor see
The heavenly Earth’s felicity?
I mourn for him, my Dearest, lost,
Who lived a frail life at my cost.
A grief like yours how many have known!
Were that a balm to ease my own!
Or rather might I not accuse
The Hand that does not even choose,
But, taking blindly, took my best,
And as indifferently takes the rest …
Like mine? Is there denied to me
Even Sorrow’s singularity?
(John Freeman)
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