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Thomas Hardy - In Tenebris
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I"Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." — Ps. ci.
       Wintertime nighs;
   But my bereavement-pain
   It cannot bring again:
       Twice no one dies.
       Flower-petals flee;
   But, since it once hath been,
   No more that severing scene
       Can harrow me.
       Birds faint in dread:
  I shall not lose old strength
  In the lone frost`s black length:
      Strength long since fled!

      Leaves freeze to dun;
  But friends can not turn cold
  This season as of old
      For him with none.

      Tempests may scath;
  But love can not make smart
  Again this year his heart
      Who no heart hath.

      Black is night`s cope;
  But death will not appal
  One who, past doubtings all,
      Waits in unhope.
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