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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNRECOMPENSED, by HELENE DAVIS First Line: They say for every loss there is a gain Last Line: Nor baby hands lie soft upon my fallow breasts. | |||
They say for every loss there is a gain, And for each joy our hearts are wrung with woe; They tell me if a cup of sorrow I must drain, Then radiant heights I too shall know. And so I set my feet the tangled way to go; I strive with whatsoever skill be mine A rich mosaic of my life below To weave with balance true and texture fine. But oh, when in the lonely dark of night I wakeful lie and scan my feeble art, I know there is no earthly gain so bright To recompense for empty arms and aching heart Because no sunny head within my arms e'er rests Nor baby hands lie soft upon my fallow breasts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE DREAM SONG: 2 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE SOLITARY REAPER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MAUSOLEUM by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE |
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