Comfort At Parting
O little Heart,
So much I see
Thy hidden smart,
So much I long
To sing some song
To comfort thee.
For, little Heart,
Indeed, indeed,
The hour to part
Makes cruel speed;
Yet, dear, think thou
How even now,
With happy haste,
With eager feet,
The hour when we
Again shall meet
Cometh across the waste.
poem by Richard Le Gallienne
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