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loneliness is a thing almost
too horrible to contemplate
one doomed to live while my
frail life shall last
in this bleak world alone
Alone the worn out word
So idly spoken & so coldly heard
Yet all the Poets sing
of grief past know
of hopes laid waste
Knells in that word
Alone
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All the dearly loved – The
well remembered sweetness
& brightness of the smile that
Ere ran the sunshine of my
life – Such a loss
is too grievous to be accepted
with calmness & I cannot
but feel the utmost