Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY THREE GUESTS: SORROW, by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON


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First Line: There came another guest unto my door
Last Line: As long as life may last the scars are worn.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


There came another guest unto my door,
The day was coldly bleak and sadly drear,
The drifting snow was lying on the moor,
And from the eaves there dripped anon a tear.
Before this guest, Grief made a hasty flight,
And through the barren waste was lost to sight.

A sad-eyed woman entered in the door,
With trailing robes of sober, sombre gray;
With lagging steps and weary feet and sore,
She looked a wounded deer who stood at bay.
Distressing plaints she heaved and deep-drawn sighs,
While tears were welling in her mournful eyes.

I could not bar her entrance to my room,
My lonely heart gave echo to her sighs;
Though feeling that a deep, abiding gloom
Had settled on my home as daylight dies.
Ah, Grief prepared the way for Sorrow drear,
I fold her to my breast without a fear.

Though days may come, may go, I do not care,
My mem'ry feeds upon the buried past.
Indifference succeeding grim despair,
While dark funereal shadows gather fast.
When wounds are deep and bitter to be borne
As long as life may last the scars are worn.





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