Too Hard to Bear
When I think sometimes that for years and years
New springs may clothe the hills in mocking green
And new blue skies with their high azure sheen
Gladden the hearts of men,—and that men's ears
May mark new love-songs woven of joy and tears
And all things else be just as they have been
Save only that thou art not here, my queen,—
I tremble with interminable fears.
That I should lose thee—thee my one delight,
While God keeps crowds of throstles at his ear,—
Thee my one lily, while God's lilies white
Are numberless and sweet and ever near
His throne,—my one star, while he has the night
Of stars,—great God, this seems too hard to bear!
New springs may clothe the hills in mocking green
And new blue skies with their high azure sheen
Gladden the hearts of men,—and that men's ears
May mark new love-songs woven of joy and tears
And all things else be just as they have been
Save only that thou art not here, my queen,—
I tremble with interminable fears.
That I should lose thee—thee my one delight,
While God keeps crowds of throstles at his ear,—
Thee my one lily, while God's lilies white
Are numberless and sweet and ever near
His throne,—my one star, while he has the night
Of stars,—great God, this seems too hard to bear!
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