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Thomas Hood - "My Heart Is Sick With Longing"Thomas Hood - "My Heart Is Sick With Longing"
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My heart is sick with longing, tho` I feed On hope; Time goes with such a heavy pace That neither brings nor takes from thy embrace, As if he slept—forgetting his old speed: For, as in sunshine only we can read The march of minutes on the dial`s face, So in the shadows of this lonely place There is no love, and Time is dead indeed. But when, dear lady, I am near thy heart, Thy smile is time, and then so swift it flies, It seems we only meet to tear apart, With aching hands and lingering of eyes. Alas, alas! that we must learn hours` flight By the same light of love that makes them bright!
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