The Folly of Being Comforted

One that is ever kind said yesterday: "Your well-beloved's hair has threads of gray, And little shadows come aboout her eyes; Time can but make it easier to be wise Though now it seem impossible, and so All that you need is patience." Heart cries, "No, I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain. Time can but make her beauty over again: Because of that great nobleness of hers The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways When all the wild summer w...

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