Fragment: My Head Is Wild with Weeping
My head is wild with weeping for a griefWhich is the shadow of a gentle mind.I walk into the air (but no reliefTo seek,--or haply, if I sought, to find;It came unsought);--to wonder that a chiefAmong men's spirits should be cold and blind.
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