Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Comfort to a Youth that had lost his LoveRobert Herrick (15911674)
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When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?
She thinks not on
What ’s said or done
In earth:
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
She hears:
Or think on’t now,
That ever thou
Wast kind.
She likes not there,
As she did here,
Thy love.
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
No more.