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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, / And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,-so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here! " And so stand stricken, so remembering him .