But each day brings its petty dust
Our soon-chok'd souls to fill,
And we forget because we must,
And not because we will.


"Absence" (1857), st. 3


But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chok'd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chok'd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chok'd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chok'd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.