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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Consolation
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All are not taken; there are left behind   
  Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring   
  And make the daylight still a happy thing,   
And tender voices, to make soft the wind:   
But if it were not so—if I could find           
  No love in all this world for comforting,   
  Nor any path but hollowly did ring   
Where `dust to dust` the love from life disjoin`d;   
And if, before those sepulchres unmoving   
  I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb    
Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)   
Crying `Where are ye, O my loved and loving?`—   
  I know a voice would sound, `Daughter, I AM.   
Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?`
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