Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Sonnets of Sorrow. 21. So many mansions in our Father’s house
So many mansions in our Father's house, So many paths that lead out onward There, Perchance when first from slumber we arouse We must for longer journeyings prepare. I do recall a time you went before To build a home on earth for me one day: And when you passed out through the open door I did not try to hinder or delay. But I remember how your message Sped over space and made the dull hours glow. Is there no way to solace me in this Increasing loneliness that hurts me so This silence utter, awful, and profound Which bruises more than any crash of sound?
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