Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Sonnets of Sorrow. 4. My earthly friends, however occupied
My earthly friends, however occupied, With their own joys or troubles, came or sent Some sympathetic message! Each one tried To soothe the heart by sudden anguished rent. But from that Higher Realm where you have flown And from that God we worshipped well and long, There comes no signal that my need is known--- No spirit whisper bidding me be strong. God has so many angels, realm or realm Of varying rand and knowledge and degree: Could he not lend just one to take the helm And guide through space a spirit-ship to me? A thousand human hearts my grief has stirred: My God, my Robert, why have you no word?
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