Poems (Barrett)/Grief
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GRIEF.
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless—That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air, Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blenching, 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 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.