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 When some thin thought-wave From the shadow shore Brings the Voice once more From beyond the grave;

When some pain is prest Deep into the breast, And the inward thoughts are swords Killing one with sadness;

Most when love is strong, And the anguish long Rolls up in a haste of words Ending all in madness—

Who is he that soothes or cheers? Who believes? who hears?

Ay, when the Heart grieves, Pants, prays—who believes?—