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I have crossed Song's threshold now so many a time
And alway, mother, thou hast been with me
To help my wayward rhyme;
To-day I write not with, but only of, thee.
I have written of joy, of passion's rose in bloom,
Of sea-waves, of the light—
But now of sadness and of grief I write,
Of darkness and the tomb.
And alway, mother, thou hast been with me
To help my wayward rhyme;
To-day I write not with, but only of, thee.
I have written of joy, of passion's rose in bloom,
Of sea-waves, of the light—
But now of sadness and of grief I write,
Of darkness and the tomb.
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