The Grief
The heart of me's an empty thing, that never stirs at all For Moon-shine or Spring-time, or a far bird's call. I only know 'tis living by a grief that shakes it so,-- Like an East wind in Autumn, when the old nests blow. Grey Eyes and Black Hair, 'tis never you I blame. 'Tis long years and easy years since last I spoke your name. And I'm long past the knife-thrust I got at wake or fair. Or looking past the lighted door and fancying you there. Grey Eyes and Black Hair--the grief is never this; I've long forgot the soft arms--the first, wild kiss. But, Oh, girl that tore my youth,--'tis this I have to bear,-- If you were kneeling at my feet I'd neither stay nor care.
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"The heart of me's an empty thing, that never stirs at all..."
This evocative piece by Theodosia Garrison, titled "The Grief", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...