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- O that word REGRET!
- There have been nights and morns when we have sighed,
- "Let us alone, Regret! We are content
- To throw thee all our past, so thou wilt sleep
- For aye." But it is patient, and it wakes;
- It hath not learned to cry itself to sleep,
- But plaineth on the bed that it is hard.
- We did amiss when we did wish it gone
- And over: sorrows humanize our race;
- Tears are the showers that fertilize this world;
- And memory of things precious keepeth warm
- The heart that once did hold them.
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