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 IN THE MORNING

HE first cold grayness through the pane is stealing, And blinding terror with the rising sun Strikes on my shrinking heart and bids it shun The inexorable day, which in revealing My wakeful grief shows that which knows no healing, Since not for me, but for a dearer one, And not for innocent pain but sin that's done— Done, unfoigettable and past repealing—

All night I've looked into the eyes of sorrow, And still she gazes at me with your eyes, In whose loved depths such anguished question lies, As if from mine some piteous hope they'd borrow. The day is come and soon you will be here, God give me strength! I fear, I fear, I fear!