| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Womens Verse. 1921. | | | | Grief | | By Elizabeth Barrett Browning (18061861) |
| | | I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless; | |
| That only men incredulous of despair, | |
| Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air | |
| Beat upward to Gods throne in loud access | |
| Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness | 5 |
| In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare | |
| Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare | |
| Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express | |
| Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death: | |
| Most like a monumental statue set | 10 |
| In everlasting watch and moveless woe, | |
| Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. | |
| Touch it: the marble eyelids are not wet; | |
| If it could weep, it could arise and go. | | | | |
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