They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow; And time could heal a hurt, they said, And time could dim a vow. And they were pitiful and mild Who whispered to me then; The heart that breaks in April, child; Will mend in May again. Oh, many a mended heart they knew; So old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do To come to me with lies! Who flings me silly talk of May Shall meet a bitter soul; For June was nearly spent away Before my heart was whole.

Summary

This quote portrays a sense of skepticism and bitterness towards the advice given by older, supposedly wiser individuals. The speaker recounts how they were consoled by others who believed that time would heal their pain and that their shattered heart would eventually mend. However, the speaker dismisses these words as empty and deceitful, revealing that it took much longer than expected for them to heal and find solace. The quote challenges the idea that time alone can easily mend emotional wounds and suggests that the healing process may be more complex and prolonged.

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