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.
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.
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.
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.
And restless as a leaf,
More comfort I can bring
Because I know your grief.