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Consolation
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 1806-1861
ALL are not taken; there are left behind
Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a
happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind:
But if it were not
so--if I could find
No love in all this world for
comforting,
Nor any path but hollowly did ring
Where 'dust to dust'
the love from life disjoin'd;
And if, before those sepulchres
unmoving
I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb
Goes bleating up the
moors in weary dearth)
Crying 'Where are ye, O my loved and
loving?'--
I know a voice would sound, 'Daughter, I AM.
Can I
suffice for Heaven and not for earth?'
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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