Whene’er I lift my eyes to bliss,
I stagger blind with pain,
Afar into the folding night
The silence, and the rain.
Whene’er I feel the urge of Spring,
A throbbing, unknown woe
Enfolds me; I am desolate
When love is calling low.
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Whene’er I Lift My Eyes to Bliss
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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