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Fierce hunger reigns within my breast, / I had not dreamt that this whole world, / Crushed in the hand of God, could yield / Such bitter essence of unrest, / Such pain as Sorrow now hath hurled / Out of its dreadful heart, unsealed!
Each sobbing breath is but a cry, / My heart-strokes knells of agony, / And my whole brain has but one thought / That nevermore through life shall I / (Save in the ache of memory) / Touch hands with thee, who now art naught!