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SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: My heart's so heavy with a hundred things
Last Line: Nor any road is mine that leads to rest.
Subject(s): Absence; Separation; Isolation


MY HEART's so heavy with a hundred things
That I feel dead a hundred times a-day;
Yet death would be the least of sufferings,
For life's all suffering save what's slept away;
Though even in sleep there is no dream but brings
From dream-land such dull torture as it may.
And yet one moment would pluck out these stings,
If for one moment she were mine to-day
Who gives my heart the anguish that it has.
Each thought that seeks my heart for its abode
Becomes a wan and sorrow-stricken guest:
Sorrow has brought me to so sad a pass
That men look sad to meet me on the road;
Nor any road is mine that leads to rest.





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