“The heart which, like a staff, was one
For mine to lean and rest upon,
The strongest on the longest day
With steadfast love, is caught away,
And yet my days go on, go on.

And cold before my summer's done,
And deaf in Nature's general tune,
And fallen too low for special fear,
And here, with hope no longer here,
While the tears drop, my days go on.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

St. 3 - 4.
De Profundis (1862)

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English poet, author 1806–1861

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