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 GRIEF'S LONELINESS

LONE and uncompanioned must thou go Through Sorrow's portals, for thee opened wide, While I, who'ld follow thee to share thy woe In helpless sympathy am shut outside.

I beat with clenched fist that iron door Within which thou alone confront'st thy fate; Dear Heart, whatever thy pain, I suffer more Who powerless to aid thee here must wait.