Peek by terror-ridden peek
Pulling, highly strung, back
The shyest curtain.
Tearier orphaned, or more
Darkly estranged from world
From whose bed of pain;
And are they disclosed, met with
These feelings; none sadder;
Of Separation.
Bearably, comparing with
What no window, no doorway
Shapes for God's person.
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