Элла Уилкокс (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

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   If I could only weep,
I think sweet help with my salt tears would come,
To ease the cruel pain that is so dumb,
   And will not let me sleep.

   Down in my heart, down deep
A poisoned arrow burns. It would fall out
And tears would wash the wound, I have no doubt,
   If I could only weep.

   Maybe my pulse would leap,
And bring one thrill back, of a vanished day,
Instead of throbbing in this dull, dead way,
   If I could only weep.

   O silent Fates who steep
Nectar or gall for us through all the years,
Take what thou wilt, but give me back my tears,
   And let me weep and weep.

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