Sorrow

O thorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern, I sit alone with broken heart, my head Low bowed, keeping long vigil with my dead. My soul, unutterably sad, doth yearn Beyond relief in tears—they only burn My aching eyelids to fall back unshed Upon the throbbing brain like molten lead, Making it frenzied. Shall I ever learn To face you fearlessly, as by my door You stand with haunting eyes and death-damp hair, Through the night-watches, whispering solemnly, “Behold, I am thy guest forevermore.” It chills my soul to know that you are there. Great God, have mercy on my misery!

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English
Katrina Trask

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