Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OCTAVES: 17, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON


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First Line: To you that sit with sorrow like chained slaves
Last Line: In this life or in any life -- repose.


To you that sit with Sorrow like chained slaves,
And wonder if the night will ever come,
I would say this: The night will never come,
And sorrow is not always. But my words
Are not enough; your eyes are not enough;
The soul itself must insulate the Real,
Or ever you do cherish in this life --
In this life or in any life -- repose.






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