Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers- And that cannot stop their tears.

Or from Browning some 'Pomegranate,' which, if cut deep down the middle, Shows a heart within blood-tinctured of a veined humanity.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.

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