That loss before the light
The sun still yet to rise.
I did not know
How much the darkness hid;
Nor what there was to see.
I did not know the shape the
Landscape took;
the hills and valleys,
Woods and streams,
And where the cottage stood.
And now I'll never know
The loss before the light -
And all my world in mourning now;
All my life in tears.
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