The Angel's lament.
The following inscription was found on a pedistal from which a solitary angel lays vigil in a Manhattan cemetery.
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Bitterly do I envy you
all you creatures of flesh and bone,
free in body and movement
free from stares and stone.
All my envy turns to hatred
when you look in your lover's eyes,
for I'll never know that joy
so my spirit cries.
To look in the face of loved ones
Is a gift I will never keep,
In eternal loneliness
Bitterly I weep.