Sorrow
I see you in darkness, moping alone,
Hopelessly groping at shadow and bone,
And weeping in vain at the pain and the waste,
Remembering when life was cheerful and chaste!
How weary the wind is! How lonesome the trees!
How feeble the flowers that bow in the breeze!
How Happiness mocks you from up on high,
Crowned with Delight while you tremble and cry!
O beautiful Sorrow who bellows and wails,
Sailing through sunlight on truculent trails,
You come from the distance that echoes and shakes
With the rumble of thunder and the tide as it breaks!
Go Sorrow! Return to your faraway lands,
To the cold, empty tundras and the gold desert sands,
And store your poor dreams in those scenes of decay,
For you long to say more, though, there's no more to say.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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