This heart that broke so long —
These feet that never flagged —
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead —
Hound cannot overtake the Hare
That fluttered panting, here —
Nor any schoolboy rob the nest
Tenderness builded there.
Gentle things will triumph. Blessed are the poor in spirit.
i like this poem alot and my heart has been broken tooo many times…