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Sorrow. A Quatrain.

Madison Julius Cawein

Death takes her hand and leads her through the waste
Of her own soul, wherein she hears the voice
Of lost Love's tears, and, famishing, can but taste
The dead-sea fruit of Life's remembered joys.

(C) Madison Julius Cawein
03/10/2020


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