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Heart-hollow
Through my abysmal solitude vainly pass
Pageants of budded bough and rapturous wing;
The omnipresent sparkle of green grass
Is now a drear phantasmal flickering.
Tumults of water leap precipitous glooms
And long importunate billows beachward press,
But all their voices float like opiate fumes
Making yet more profound my voicelessness.
Is it Your secret boon, O Lord, this strain
Of life and love and longing drawn apart
Into a tenebrous hollow of dull pain?
Have You prepared the breathless swooning heart
For Your immutable bliss—a vacancy
To treasure unalloyed eternity?
4.3.34
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