The Folly Of Being Comforted
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One that is ever kind said yesterday:
'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.
Heart cries, 'No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly.
O she had not these ways
When all the wild Summer was in her gaze.
Heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,
You'd know the folly of being comforted.
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