a heavy heart, beloved,
have I borne
from year to year
until I saw thy face,
and sorrow after sorrow
took the place
of all those natural joys
hopes apace were changed
to long despairs,
till God's own grace
could scarcely lift
above the world
forlorn my heavy heart.
then thou didst bid me bring
and let it drop adown
thy calmly great deep being!
fast it sinketh, as a thing
which its own nature
does precipitate,
while thine doth close above it,
mediating betwixt the stars
and the unaccomplished fate
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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