He cried aloud to God: “The men below
Are happy, for I see them come and go,
Parents and mates and friends, paired, clothed with love;
They heed not, see not, need not me above,—
I am alone here. Grant me love and peace,
Or, if not them, grant me at least...
Edward Lucas White
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They had brought in such sheafs of hair,
And flung them all about us there
In the loud noonday’s heat and glare:
Gold tresses, far too fine to wind,
And brown, with copper curls entwined,
And black coils, black as all my mind.In the low,...