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- 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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