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AFTER SOUFRIERE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY

First Line: IT IS NOT GRIEF OR PAIN
Last Line: BUT THE WIDE WASTE COME AGAIN.
IT is not grief or pain;
But like the even dropping of the rain
That thou art gone.
It is not like a grave
To weep upon;
But like the rise and falling of a wave,
When the vessel's gone.

It is like the sudden void,
When the city is destroyed,
Where the sun shone:
There is neither grief nor pain,
But the wide waste come again.



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