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IN THE NIGHT by WILLIAM SHARP

First Line: O WIND, WHY BREAK IN IDLE PAIN
Last Line: THIS THING THAT HATH NO GRAVE.
Subject(s): HEARTS; IMMORTALITY; PAIN; WAVES; WIND; SUFFERING; MISERY;
O wind, why break in idle pain
This wave that swept the seas?
@3Foam is the meed of barren dreams
And hearts that cry for peace!@1

Lift then, O wind, this heart of mine,
And whirl aside in foam;
@3No—wander on, unchanging heart,
The undrowning deeps thy home!@1

Less than a billow of the sea
That at the last doth no more roam,
Less than a wave, less than a wave,
This thing that hath no home,
This thing that hath no grave.



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