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A Complaint
(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

A Complaint

There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Now, for that consecrated fount
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
What have I? Shall I dare to tell?
A comfortless and hidden well.

A well of love--it may be deep--
I trust it is,--and never dry:
What matter? If the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
--Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.

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" What happy moments did I count Blest was I then all bliss above " A mind blowing poem penned by the master spirit.
i want to die this is so dispersing and bad 🤧🤧🤧
Hmmm, this poem upsets me in many different ways I cannot stand it, I feel attacked by this poem, I HATE IT!
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This poem is don’t read it
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