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“To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life”
- To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
- Among strangèrs. Father and mother dear,
- Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near
- And he my peace my parting, sword and strife.
- England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife
- To my creating thought, would neither hear
- Me, were I pleading, plead nor do I: I wear-
- y of idle a being but by where wars are rife.
- I am in Ireland now; now I am at a thírd
- Remove. Not but in all removes I can
- Kind love both give and get. Only what word
- Wisest my heart breeds dark heaven’s baffling ban
- Bars or hell’s spell thwarts. This to hoard unheard,
- Heard unheeded, leaves me a lonely began.