I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark Not Day

 I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.


With witness I speak this.
 But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life.
 And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! away.


I am gall, I am heartburn.
 God's most deep decrees
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.


Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours.
 I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves, but worse.

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