Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
The Outlet
Grief struck me. I so shook in heart and wit I thought I must speak of it or die of it. A certain friend I had with strength to lend, When mine was spent I went to find my friend, Who, rising up with eyes wild for relief, Hung on my neck and spoke to me of grief. I raked the ashes of my burned-out strength And found one coal to warm her with at length. I sat with her till I was icy cold. At last I went away, my grief untold.
Eleanor Farjeon’s other poems:
- Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
- Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
- Sonnets. 8. Wilt thou put seals on love because men say
- Sonnets. 3. Once, Love, be prodigal, nor look hereafter
- Three Miles to Penn
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