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| Poems by Women |
SYMPATHY
The color gladdens all your heart;
You call it Heaven, dear, but I
-
Now Hope and I are far apart -
Call it the sky.
I know that Nature's tears have wet
The world with sympathy; but
you,
Who know not any sorrow yet,
Call it the dew.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
This poet:
[Author index]
This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
