So Much To Be Consoled
Make no move to comfort me, dear fools,
Grief is all I have to hold tonight.
The memory of her is burning bright;
I beg the Lord above it never cools.
Stay your gentle gestures for a while;
Keep those wishful words behind your tongue.
Trouble not to joke or feign a smile,
That bible hymn of old can go unsung.
For she is most alive within my pain;
Her worth is measured out with all my tears,
So I will drench the earth for many years.
And till the day I die or go insane,
In deepest dark regret I will remain.
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