Yet Another Remove

Hopkins, that terrible time saw you one Man; a lonely began each word spoken, Each thought in words put down; and all alone, For God seemed content to have you broken That patience might be. Loneliness has found In me a new companion; patience Is a friend no more, yet still bids me sound The collected noise of irritations That (though trifles in themselves) may destroy One weak frame, as stones will press it. My heart Knows a kind Saviour, but still will cloy, Degenerate from an imperfect start. No wonder that this human love remains A jealous pursuit; I rage against the rains.

 

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