The Lesson Of Grief Poem by George Meredith

The Lesson Of Grief

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Not ere the bitter herb we taste,
Which ages thought of happy times,
To plant us in a weeping waste,
Rings with our fellows this one heart
Accordant chimes.

When I had shed my glad year's leaf,
I did believe I stood alone,
Till that great company of Grief
Taught me to know this craving heart
For not my own.

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George Meredith

George Meredith

Portsmouth, England
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