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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RESPITE, by WINIFRED LUCAS
First Line: Lo, to-night / pity lords it over pain
Last Line: Let your sleeping sorrow say.
Alternate Author Name(s): Le Bailly, Mrs.
Subject(s): Grief; Pity; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: Lo, to-night / pity lords it over pain
Last Line: Let your sleeping sorrow say.
Alternate Author Name(s): Le Bailly, Mrs.
Subject(s): Grief; Pity; Sorrow; Sadness
LO, to-night
Pity lords it over Pain;
Pain, who banished pity quite,
Tribute of your tears to gain.
Now to mirth,
Every little tender string,
From the ruder winds of earth
Pleasure folds, and sets to sing.
Lightly she
Trifles care and thought away.
Lightly? Yes.—But foolishly?—
Let your sleeping sorrow say.
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