your death hath done me a great hurt the sharp blade of absence hath pierceth my heart
Death speaks in italics and an odd old fashioned diction that's catching
all this hath & hath not you present only by your absence
day after day I have to live your death... ...hath done me a great hurt
HE ORDER OF THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD.
I was remembering fragments out of this as by the waters of the Liffey I sat down and wept.
"MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
In the midst of life we are in death. . .
Thou knowest, LORD, the secrets of our hearts. . .
FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God. . .
I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write. . ."