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Love walked alone.

Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart's pain. .

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  • philophant
    November 27, 2003
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    "Heart's pain..." beautiful. To this, Crane, I say: "Sorrow, I would dwell with thee, no casual mistress -- but a wife!" (Tennyson)