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Edith Nesbit - The Heart Of Sadness
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IT is not, Dear, because I am alone, 
    For I am lonelier when the rest are near, 
But that my place against your heart has grown 
    Too dear to dream of when you are not here. 


I weep because my thoughts no more may roam 
    To meet, half-way, your longing thoughts of me, 
To turn with these and spread glad wings for home, 
    For the dear haven where I fain would be. 


When first we loved, I loved to steal away 
    To show to solitude what love could do, 
To fill the waste space of the night and day 
    With thousand-wingèd dreams that flew to you; 


But now through many tears I am grown wise 
    To know how mighty and how dear love is; 
I dare not turn to him my longing eyes, 
    Nor even in dreams lean out my face to his, 


Because, if once I let my caged heart go 
    Through dreams to seek you, I should follow too 
Through wrong and right, through wisdom and through woe, 
    Through heaven and hell, until I won to you!
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