First Line: O LOVE, YOU HAVE SHORN ME, AND RIFLED MY HEART Last Line: THAT BREAKS AS THE PLAINT OF A SORROWING CHILD. Subject(s): LOVE - COMPLAINTS;
O love, you have shorn me, and rifled my heart, You have torn down the shrine from the innermost part, And through it now rushes a grief, sadly-wild, That breaks as the plaint of a sorrowing child.
