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Grief is a drenching blast that purges love / Of all its dross and scum, and leaves it sweet / And holy in its excellence complete.
Love without grief no test of strength will prove.
The bitterness and pain, dread loneliness, / The ache of yearning, then the galling thought -- / Love's deep passions in shattering gusts are caught, / And scattered wide apart when deep distress / Comes raging through the soul's wide-open door; / Shaking the citadel of hope -- the walls / Where all the dearest joys take refuge in -- / Searching the battered frame to find its core, / With that convulsive fury which appalls / The strongest heart that deepest Love would win.