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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:
How Great My Grief (1901)
by Thomas Hardy
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
— Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?