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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
 FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH 
Fire has left the hearth 
Nautilus climbed from shell 
Perfume flowed from read more 
 FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH 
Fire has left the hearth 
Nautilus climbed from shell 
Perfume flowed from bottle 
Prisoner gone from cell 
Butterfly flutterbied cocoon 
nor hand restrained by glove 
Jesus away from manger 
Cage left by Spirit Dove. 
Sparklings soared away from wand. 
Chick's egg become the bird. 
Omkar sung from out the throat 
Violin's notes now heard. 
Buddhist temple pine cone 
tabernacle'd godlet seed 
Shattered that it might manifest 
thousand forests of fir tree 
Eternal snow of mountain top 
now nurses meadow flowers. 
Shining never held by sun 
relentless melts ice towers. 
Love has left its 
spring the heart 
Is now a liquid pond 
Host stolen from the chalice 
consumed in mouth of God 
Starlight abandoned star 
a billion years ago 
Left that tonight you 
might 
have its sight 
and know 
Know Love is forever 
no drop of God ever dies 
Lover not bound by form of love 
God's bodies are not God's souls 
(to his wife and children 
on the death of Robert S) 
(Baba Hari Das: is the author 
of love is more powerful than 
lover for love is not bound by 
form). 
 This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings 
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more 
 This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings 
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that 
should water this sorrow. 
The purpose of a funeral service is to comfort the living. It is important at a funeral to display excessive read more
The purpose of a funeral service is to comfort the living. It is important at a funeral to display excessive grief. This will show others how kind-hearted and loving you are and their improved opinion of you will be very comforting.
 If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many 
would be pitied who are now envied!
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 If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many 
would be pitied who are now envied!
 [It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno
  Si leggesse in fronte scritto,
   Quanti mai, che invidia fanno,
    Ci farebbero pieta!] 
 Were floods of tears to be unloosed
 In tribute to my grief,
  The doves of Noah ne'er read more 
 Were floods of tears to be unloosed
 In tribute to my grief,
  The doves of Noah ne'er had roost
   Nor found an olive-leaf. 
 Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is 
forced to multiply its strength.
 [Lat., Strangulat inclusus read more 
 Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is 
forced to multiply its strength.
 [Lat., Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exaestuat intus,
  Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas.] 
 Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
 Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?  
 Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
 Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures? 
 Great, good, and just, could I but rate
 My grief with thy too rigid fate,
  I'd weep read more 
 Great, good, and just, could I but rate
 My grief with thy too rigid fate,
  I'd weep the world in such a strain
   As it should deluge once again;
    But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
     More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes,
      I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds
       And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.