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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
 
XXXIV. Compensation
‘I thought once how Theocritus had sung’
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)
 
From ‘Sonnets from the Portuguese’

I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung
  Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
  Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,        5
  I saw in gradual vision through my tears,
  The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware,
  So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move        10
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair,
  And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,
‘Guess now who holds thee?’—‘Death’, I said. But, there,
  The silver answer rang—‘Not Death, but Love.’
 
 
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