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Sorrow and Sadness (7)

I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things...
-- Sara Teasdale. Compensation (2).

Yes, it will be over soon... This sickly dream
Of life will vanish from my feverish brain;
And death my wearied spirit will redeem
From this wild region of unvaried pain.
-- Henry Kirke White. The Bitter Cup.

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