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...like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go.
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Grief
Tags: solitude
