Ever since November 2nd, a line from a poem by Ernest Dawson has been running though my head.
"For vainly my heart prays,
Hope droops her head and dies. I see the sad, tired answer in your eyes."
I grew up with Ernest Dawson. Probably read his complete works when I was eight years old. Very sad and very beautiful poetry.
http://poetry.elcore.net/CatholicPoets/Dowson/index.html