Faith Ill Requited
I FEEL the presence of my own despair;
It darkens round me palpable and vast.
I gave my heart unconsciously; it filled
With love as flowers are filled with early dew,
And with the light of morning.
If he be false, he who appeared so true,
Can there be any further truth in life,
When falsehood wears such seeming?
It darkens round me palpable and vast.
I gave my heart unconsciously; it filled
With love as flowers are filled with early dew,
And with the light of morning.
If he be false, he who appeared so true,
Can there be any further truth in life,
When falsehood wears such seeming?
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