Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume II/Presentiment
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CHAPTER XVII.
PRESENTIMENT.
I feel the shadow on my brow,
The sickness at my heart;
Alas! I look on those I love,
And am so sad to part.
If I could leave my love behind,
Or watch from yonder sky
With holy and enduring care,
I were not loath to die.
But death is terrible to Love:
And yet a love like mine
Trusts in the heaven from whence it came,
And feels it is divine.
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