Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
‘One writes, that “Other friends remain”’Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)
From ‘In Memoriam’
O
That ‘Loss is common to the race’—
And common is the commonplace,
And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break….