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/ Aye! heartbreak of the tattered hills, / And mourning of the raining sky! / Heartbreak and mourning, since God wills, / Are mine, and God knows why!
/ The brutal wind that herds the storm / In hail-big clouds that freeze along, / As this gray heart are doubly warm / With thrice the joy of song.
/ I held one dearer than each day / Of life God sets in limpid gold -- / What thief hath stole that gem away / To leave me poor and old!
/ The heartbreak of the hills be mine, / Of trampled twig and mired leaf, / Of rain that sobs through thorn and pine / An unavailing grief!
/ The sorrow of the childless skies' / _Good-nights_, long said, yet never said, / As when I kissed my child's blue eyes / And lips ice-dumb and dead.