The Shadow

John Boyle O'Reilly

1844 to 1890

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There is a shadow on the sunny wall, 
Dark and forbidding, like a bode of ill; 
Go, drive it thence. Alas, such shadows fall 
From real things, nor may be moved at will. 

There is a shadow on my heart to-day, 
A cloudy grief condensing to a tear: 
Alas, I cannot drive its gloom away— 
Some sin or sorrow casts the shapeless fear.