“I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day”

  • “I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day”

  • I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
  • What hours, O what black hoürs we have spent
  • This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
  • And more must, in yet longer light’s delay.
  • With witness I speak this.   But where I say
  • Hours I mean years, mean life.   And my lament
  • Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
  • To dearest him that lives alas! away.
  • I am gall, I am heartburn.   God’s most deep decree
  • Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
  • Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
  •  Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours.    I see
  • The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
  • As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
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