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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCII
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WRITTEN IN DISTRESS
 We sometimes sit in darkness. I long while
 Have sat there, in a shadow as of death.
 My friends and comforters no longer smile,
 And they who grudge me wrongfully my breath
 Are strong and many. I am bowed beneath
 A weight of trouble and unjust reproach
 From many fools and friends of little faith.
 The world is little worth, yet troubles much.
 But I am comforted in this, that I,
 Although my face is darkened to men`s eyes
 And all my life eclipsed with angry wars,
 Now see things hidden; and I seem to spy
 New worlds above my heaven. Night is wise
 And joy a sun which never guessed the stars.
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