That this should be the common grief of all
That this should be the common grief of all,
— I dare not think it. No, to me alone
— This grief is known,
Only on me the burning arrows fall.
The strong gods know that I have strength to hide
— The greatest of their gifts, the power to grieve,
— In silence; and in silence I receive
Their last reward; in silence I abide.
— I dare not think it. No, to me alone
— This grief is known,
Only on me the burning arrows fall.
The strong gods know that I have strength to hide
— The greatest of their gifts, the power to grieve,
— In silence; and in silence I receive
Their last reward; in silence I abide.
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