Poems (Hinchman)/Since I feel all your grief
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Since I feel all your grief Can I no comfort give?My heart breaks at a word For fear that I may grieve.
The silence of my love— Since I feel all your grief—Leans over you to tell How I know, past belief.
O that my heart were cool! That is a fire instead;For since I feel your grief My hand shakes on your head.
Yet though my hands are hot And restless as a leaf,More comfort I can bring Because I know your grief.