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If Grief for Grief can Touch Thee If grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any truth can melt thee Come to me now! I cannot be more lonely, More drear I cannot be! My worn heart beats so wildly 'Twill break for thee-- And when the world despises--... Poet: Emily Bronte	A Song before Grief Sorrow, my friend, When shall you come again? The wind is slow, and the bent willows send Their silvery motions wearily down the plain. The bird is dead That sang this morning through the summer rain! Sorrow, my friend, I owe my soul to... Poet: Rose Hawthorne Lathrop	In Time of Grief Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone, The box dripped in the air; Its odor through my house was blown Into the chamber there. Remote and yet distinct the scent, The sole thing of the kind, As though one spoke a word half meant That... Poet: Lizette Woodworth Reese	Hopeless Grief I Tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,— That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upwards to God’s throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness, In souls as countries lieth silent-... Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Grief From “Hamlet,” Act I. Sc. 2. QUEEN.—Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not, forever, with thy veilèd lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know’st ’t is common,—all that live must die,... Poet: William Shakespeare	Grief for the Dead O Hearts that never cease to yearn! O brimming tears that ne’er are dried! The dead, though they depart, return As though they had not died! The living are the only dead; The dead live,—nevermore to die; And often, when we mourn them fled,... Poet: Anonymous	As imperceptibly as Grief As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away — Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy — A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered... Poet:	Grief is a Mouse — Grief is a Mouse — And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House — And baffles quest — Grief is a Thief — quick startled — Pricks His Ear — report to hear Of that Vast Dark — That... Poet:
I can wade Grief — I can wade Grief — Whole Pools of it — I'm used to that — But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet — And I tip — drunken — Let no Pebble — smile — 'Twas the New Liquor — That was... Poet:	I measure every Grief I meet I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes — I wonder if It weighs like Mine — Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long — Or did it just begin — I could not tell the Date of... Poet: