What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant, and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence.
Dull remembrance taught Remembers on unceasingly;
The old delight is with us but to find That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life.
I love you, so You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go. ~
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