What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?
O cruel cloudless space, And pale bare ground where the poor infant lies! Why do we feel restored As in a sacramental place? Here Mystery is artifice, And here a vision of such peace is stored, Healing flows from it through our eyes.
... love is healing, even rootless love.
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