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And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee, / And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near, / Methought that joy and health alone could be / Where I was not-and pain and sorrow here! / And is it thus? -it is as I foretold, / And shall be more so; for the mind recoils / Upon itself, and the wreck'd heart lies cold, / While heaviness collects the shatter'd spoils.
It is not in the storm nor in the strife / We feel benumb'd, and wish to be no more, / But in the after-silence on the shore.