The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the years Of slow eternal crying stain my cheeks. Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me — And weep. Never and never shalt thou be As I. Weep; for weeping and hard pain Of loss measure joy of last visioned gain.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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